people in space(s)*

i've been utterly distracted by 'freunde von freunden' for the past few days - sort of 'the selby'-esque (which i'm also prone to spending hours on, coveting other peoples' homes/ brooklyn rooftop gardens/ pets/ trampolines/ lives) but more understated, more focused on the creativity running like electricity in its subjects which also flows through the objects and spaces they create for themselves to live in.

at least that's what i'm choosing to believe is going on. most of the interviews are written in german.

the one i most want to live in is illustrator sarah illenberger's. it's so full of light and ease. i've become obsessed by this curtain for reasons i don't think have words:


but the rest of the shots are probably more comprehensibly lovely.





*i have also been drifting in space these past two months. i apologise; i'm trying to work out what i'm going to do with this, and with myself. bear with me, wouldja?

a place to nest

oh, to live here:


allandale house is stunningly beautiful, a modern day A-frame cabin in the woods designed by william o'brien, jr. that light! that view! that room empty of anything but books!

i'd still settle for linda aldredge's beautiful perch, though...


(treehouse image is via tree porn, if you're arboreally inclined.)

i've got the metallic taste of wanderlust in my mouth at the moment. baby, we were born to run.

this just in from the great blue yonder

national geographic reports the likely discovery of a new kind of cloud - a roiling, rolling, tidal-looking thing called undulatus asperatus - or, affectionately, the 'jacques cousteau cloud' by cloud expert gavin pretor-pinney.

Asperatus clouds may spur the first new classification in the World Meteorological Organization's International Cloud Atlas since the 1950s, Gavin Pretor-Pinney said.

(there's an International Cloud Atlas? i need this!)

if you're a cloudlover after my own heart, check out his talk at the marvellous 'do lectures':



there's also a handbook, and a society if you're that way inclined.

if that tickles your fancy, swing by gavin pretor-pinney's other love - his magazine, The Idler. it's a beautiful thing.

go love yourself some clouds.

It’s nice to be back in the world. After two days of trembling fever and lurching nausea, shutting the door behind me to go to work on the bluest morning I know had that caterpillar chrysalis feeling, the colours ratcheted up a notch, the sound balance altered. The air was so fresh and clear it could have been the alps instead of (when I grow rich, said the bells of) Shoreditch.

Today I would like to sit with my eyes closed and feel the shapes the wind draws as it streams past my face.

But I’m at work (bah), so instead I made a trip to an art supplies place at lunch time to buy fat felt tips and glue sticks, and now I’m fossicking through TV on the Radio’s back catalogue courtesy of the marvellous Spotify.

It’s grey now, and there’s not much to see, maybe it’s a day for listening…

Beach House:



J Tillman:



…or just daydreaming.

I like you a lot; you have a talent for always knowing the right thing to say.