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.
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.
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.
I just cannot get enough of John Pawson‘s minimalism. Here is some more. Enjoy.