Seeing as I'm leaving for the UK on a two-year visa in the next few weeks, I've had to come to terms with a few things. One of them being the fact that I'm not going to have a home for a long while. Yes, I'll have places to live. I'll find a long-term furnished flat and I'll make it my own with a couple framed prints and the odd vase of flowers. But a home, a physical place to call my own, is a very distant idea. Right now, home is something I have to carry inside of myself, a concept that will allow me to feel at ease wherever I am. And I'm OK with that. I love change and growth and most importantly I love minimizing the things that I rely on, especially when they're physical objects.
But a girl can dream, and dream I do. From the time I was a small child I would fantasize about my "grown-up home". It took on many forms and was heavily influenced by the movies I watched over and over again, usually set in the '70s and '80s. My dream home, the place I would inhabit as a succesful, fancy lady, was glossy, bright, modern and nostalgic all at once. Architecture and creative interiors began to overtake my dreams at night and to this day, seeing a beautiful space gives me a rush that few other things can. Is that weird? I get a tightness in my chest when I see images of beautiful spaces, or when I find myself inside of them. Perhaps it's a combination of feeling childlike wonder again coupled with all my senses being zinged at, but envisioning a place and a space of my own gives me a true thrill.
But enough with the philosophical waxing. I can talk about marbled archways and space-age sofas until the cows come home, but nothing gets to the core of a stone-cold aesthete better than pictures, so here are my favourite images of late. I'll store these spaces in the Rolodex of my brain for whenever I feel homesick or lost and know that someday, I'll have a zone to call mine. Until then, let's scroll.
via Terence Conran's home books
And a mixed bag ...
A 1975 bathroom by designer François Catroux, and below, two rooms in his 1970s apartment shared with his wife, YSL muse Betty Catroux.
Below, Betsey Johnson's NYC apartment c. 1980s.
Both above from "The International Collection of Interior Design" (1985).
And then, of course, is my ultimate dream: the sets of Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange (above and below).
I could continue, or you could follow this board I made specifically for my interior obsessions. Are there any particular sites you follow for interior inspiration?