apropos of nothing

classic seats, good colours

i see red i see red i see red (i see red)

this morning, i spotted a red cortina driving down collins st

not this one, obviously

shifting my gaze to the left i saw a lovely red clutch with a huge buckle in the prada windows

again, this isn't a photo of the one i saw

i liked the detail of the tail-light of the cortina,
and the detail of the heavy prada buckle

in my mind i put them together
click-click
trying to take a photo of the cortina before it
trying to take a photo of the cortina before it disappeared in traffic (i didn't manage it), i noticed how red my hand appears when seen close up through the camera lens
this is a photo of the red of my hand held close to the lens
this afternoon, i tried to take a photo of the red prada clutch in the window.

it had gone.
an interesting experience of the here and now.
already, things i saw this morning are history

so perfect, so spiky

work by mari andrews, via you have been here some time, via in turn fffffound
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ffffound on the same day, this long century work by mira bilotte

i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites
i like the layout of both sites

i like the layout of both sites

but the works themselves give substance to the layout.

clear winter morning

good morning for crisp photos

deja vu

oh, this isn't happiness is just a wonder of excellent, naughty, thought-provoking images...

a sample of today's favourites






it's may be mean, but this one reminded me of some of the "style" blogs. i've loved the design files for ages, but lately the plethora of wanton consumerism and shop-bought heavy style in people's homes is making me queasy. (especially when accompanied by thousands of shrieks, !!!, OMGs and tacky compliments. where's the grace?)
the interiors stink of money and aspirational lives.
and i don't want to be aspirational like that.
not any more, any way.
i like this one particularly because it says what i've been thinking for some time

people are using phones (and take away coffee) like they used to use ciggies - distraction, a prop for self-possession

feelings

this is how i felt on the tram this morning...

chenille-oves you (yeah, yeah... yeah)

i have a five year old girl's love for this stuff
this one looks like iced-vovos
(but is actually called, Raspberry and Pink Carnation Plush Loops, Swirls and Lines)
not sure how i could have got that so very wrong?
i found a a world of chenille, unhappily clipped into charming pieces that add up to nothing unless you buy lots of them, and stitch them back together again.
someone's been busy with the scissors and the cash-register, i think. some pieces are labelled "very rare" - perhaps because of the scissor/cash-regiser mentality?

nicer swatches here, in a book about louise bourgeois's fabric works