Displaying posts labeled "White"

Take a 1973 Eichler house in Palo Alto. A little tired but very proud. Introduce it to a young family who fell in love with it and wanted to breath new life into it in that minimal sort of way you should when confronted with a faded mid century gem. Enter San Francisco architectural firm yamamar  and the magic happens. Finally add interiors by Alison Garvey. It’s a happily ever after ending.

 

Light, bright, white

Posted on Fri, 20 Sep 2013 by midcenturyjo

Those three words are synonymous with one style. Scandi style. I’m stalking a lovely light home in Skåne region of Sweden. The house is from the late 1800s, lovingly brought into the present. Simple and stylish. A pretty home set amongst pear trees behind white garden walls. What do I love most? It must be heaven to sit under pear blossom. Heaven. But when I tire of that there are always those amazing grey Douglas fir floors. More here.

 

Stalking summer

Posted on Thu, 19 Sep 2013 by midcenturyjo

I can smell summer. I can smell the salt in the air, the smoke from distant bush fires on the breeze. I can smell freshly caught fish on barbecues and sunscreen. I can hear waves softly lapping, gum leaves on gum trees dancing, the kids next door squealing in the pool and the soft putt putt putt of a dingy on the way out to a sail boat. I really can when I dream about this home I found real estate stalking. Palm Beach, Sydney on the Pittwater side. I could never afford it but I can dream and sniff the salt in the air. Link here while it lasts.

 

 

Surprise!

Posted on Wed, 18 Sep 2013 by KiM

Marta Laudani and Marco Romanelli are architects from Italy whose work cannot be taken too seriously. They obviously have a thing for spaces that adapt to the owners needs and moods. One minute – a white box, the next – floral artwork. White kitchen cabinets are WAY FUNNER on the inside. And I love the map of Italy divided into multiple frames.

Magic

Posted on Fri, 13 Sep 2013 by midcenturyjo

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away lived a photographer of great renown. His talent knew no bounds. His images were awash in soft light. His compositions just so. His portfolio prodigious. He was in fact a magician, a sorcerer of light and a weaver of dreams. His name… Romain Ricard.