magnificent
August 18th, 2012
August 17th, 2012
#98. London fog
“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”
Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night
#97. Edgar Degas
“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”
Degas
french decor
Chelsea
vintage food
Ascher Davis Architects home office
a lovely dining room on a dock
winter cottage in Yorkshire
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
Roald Dahl
traditional living room in a sunroom
a night bath with strawberries and cityscape
“longchurch” by Fabio Cappellini
wisdom
Pearl Jam
