I sort of styled up the fauxdenza…oh look at that…almost a YEAR later. That woman is aghast at how long it’s taken.
Better late than never?
Still need to throw some plants up in there, so let’s all meet back here in a year and see if that worked out.
*Also, check out my favorite new ebay kilim pillow. Sassy.
Been toying with the nutty notion of taking my interior documentation slightly more seriously by curbing the usual “phoning it in” style of camera work and post production editing that my blog laziness prefers. In a tiny step towards that end, I picked up a basic vintage Minolta 50mm f1.7 lens for under a hundred bucks and then went all nerdtown around the house, shooting updated vignettes and detail images in an experimental fit of fixed focal lengths, big ‘ol apertures and shallow depth of field.
It’s an unending roller coaster of crazy excitement around here.
After shooting a ridiculous amount of images and putting the f/stops through their paces, I ended up attempting to explain bokeh to my exhausted dogs, who clearly couldn’t give two craps.
Come on. It’s not like those two could really grasp the concept with their teeny brains and total lack of interest.
After years spent in art school shooting film with vintage SLR’s and medium format cameras, I have a fondness for those 1970′s Japanese lenses that got shelved with digital. The allure of going Sony for a camera body was the lens mount compatibility with vintage Minoltas – meaning – I can stick old film lenses on my digital camera.
This vintage 50mm turned out to be both fantastic and stupid affordable. Of course, to feed my weird lens obsession, I keep an eye out for old camera gear bags at estate sales or while thrifting, because have you seen the prices on new lenses? It’s madness.
Stuck at home alone with temperatures hitting the 100′s over the long holiday weekend, I went super stir crazy and fussed with the more temperate areas inside the house that had been suffering from months of neglect. The living and dining room were functioning as wayward storage rooms for all the extra homeless bits and pieces of art and lighting and crappity crap that somehow accumulates when laziness wins. The living room has suffered the worst cluttering as my new “shipping zone”, since packing furniture outside is an exercise in bikram yoga and tears.
Things were a mess and still are. Deaccessioning more stuff is still a requirement. Hello Craigslist! Hello smaller stuff in the shop!
I did clean up everything, vignette, adjust and add a few pieces here and there, although, really, nothing major has changed.
This little Tapiovaara chair is a lonely floater from a recent acquisition of a few Finish chairs. I love the shape and construction and it’s simple shaker aesthetic.
Of course it’s also where I make guests sit if they’ve been naughty.
Still need a new wall hanging for above the fireplace. Please please please – world – throw me a brutalist bone.
Fresh and clean and adjusted.
Still need to come up with a solution for the big back wall to replace the old pipe shelving unit. Have a few ideas brewing, just about zero to no motivation. I am considering adding some sort of desk type thing with storage, because sharing one desk between two heavy desk users? Not so fun anymore.
Hey. I need a another small house just to decorate and work on. By the beach…or a lake…or a storm drain. Somewhere cooler. Those are supposed to be cheap – almost free, right?
