There’s something so quaint about this broken-down intercom. The simple, one-word instruction. The missing screws. Is it going too far to see it as symbolic?
It’s a ready-made, albeit mildly tragic romance: I fall for the fading beauty every time. I’m just a sucker for opulence softened by patina, the poignant decay of the exquisite.
And then, in the clearing, there was an old radio. I thought I might travel through time and imagined I heard the strains of some dusty jazz standard on the breeze. But I was mistaken. It was just white noise.
26/365: radio with trees
Putting the G in Roy G. Biv…
Today’s color: Green
9/365: vintage clocks
I have long admired antique picture frames. They can be so beautiful, ornate, and well-crafted – sometimes their beauty exceeds that of the artwork within (!) or adds another dimension of texture, pattern, and interest to the piece as a whole.
With that appreciation in mind, I’m beginning to put together a new project that I’ll be excited to share in the near future…
275/365: vintage frames & pictures
I can’t imagine a contemporary version of this lamp being tasteful or appealing in any way. Yet, the vintage silhouette has a certain feminine appeal; in this case, I guess age confers a certain amount of class.
272/365: deco lamp/figurine
if you are so beautiful
upon my ready tongue,
lie in store for me! ‘
Erica Jong (The Raspberries in my Driveway)
I’ve been on a nostalgic musical journey over the past few weeks, ever since my friend Felicia turned me on to a Pandora genre station called ’70’s Lite Rock’. If you want to feel all the earthy glam and free-spirited innocence of that bygone era, I recommend tuning in. Somehow this image captures that spirit of the 70’s for me.
262/365: vintage chandeliers
Have the world and eat it, too.
260/365: world on a blue plate special