These might just be the prettiest curtains I’ve seen in a long time. The concept, executed on thin, semi-translucent wool panels that are designed to be overlapped, is an experiment in natural dyes and color blending. The name Tinctorial is derived from the latin name for the most common organic dying agents. – via Raw Color
This stunning Gainsborough Drafting Table from those fine Canadian’s over at 2point54
Rohan Anderson, the Australian food and farming blogger behind Whole Larder Love, has a new book coming out entitled A Year of Practiculture: A Guide to Living, Growing, Hunting, and Cooking With The Seasons
The embroidered illustrations of Izziyana Suhaimi.
This pretty collection of stoneware and wooden bowls in this pretty Portland home. -via DesignSponge
Frida Kahlo is a Femme Fatal for a bunch of other reasons that have nothing to do with her iconic style and truly epic threads, By the time she was eighteen she had survived both polio and a horrifying trolly accident and would live the rest of her life in unimaginable pain. She was an outspoken communist, openly bisexual and intensely talented. Her artwork, personality and image are synonymous with the Surrealist and Mexican art scenes of the mid-twentieth century. She carried on many tumultuous love affairs, with both men and women, the least of whom were Georgia O’Keefe and Leon Trotsky, not to mention her notoriously unfaithful husband, Diego Rivera, the great Mexican muralist. She kept monkeys and loved dirty jokes, drinking and dancing. She lived in a big, blue house surrounded by cacti and made art that still stops people in their tracks with it’s power. For all these reasons and many more, Frida Kahlo is a genuine bad ass, but since I just discovered these stunning images, we’re gonna talk about her clothes.
Frida is a collection of images captured by Ishiuchi Miyako. The photographs catalogue a collection of Frida’s garments and personal items, which had been locked inside a bathroom in “The Blue House”– or the Museo Frida Kahlo, for nearly fifty years. The contents of this bathroom were placed there by a grieving Diego Rivera, who sealed off the collection with instructions for it not to be opened until fifteen years after his death. Just imagine, that bathroom, full to bursting with all that bright silk and embroidery…the smell of her still clinging to the fabric as all those skirts and frocks and scarves languished in the shadows for nearly half a century. Miyako, whose work has centered around the strange intimacy of objects, was tasked with documenting the collection in 2013.
When you think about Frida’s iconic style you must also consider that she wore her clothing as both a shield and a distraction from the incredible physical disabilities she suffered from. She wore the traditional long skirts of the Tehuana which served to not only conceal her mangled lower limbs, but also as a proud feminist and nationalistic gesture to her heritage. She wore shoes with one stacked heel to even out her polio-stunted left leg. She decorated her casts and corrective corsets so that even the instruments of her agony became art. Her clothing became as much an expression of her unique perspective on the world as her vibrant paintings. She dressed as she did for many reasons, and her style is iconic because it is as thoughtful and startling as her artwork.
Learn more about Frida Kahlo…
Images via the Michael Hoppen Gallery and good old Google Image Search
Oh, this dame. I was initially attracted because of her absolutely spot on style, which I discovered through this amazing StyleLikeU interview. Hello, you bohemian-gypsy-waif, where have you been all my life?!? Then I realized she’s an artist, and a fantastic one, and my love was cemented. She makes her living as a truly kick-ass tattoo artist in the kingdom of New York City, and even did an awesome collaborations with jewelry makers Zoe & Morgan and Obey Clothing, so if you can’t invest in a piece of her artwork or one of her incredible tattoo’s, you can just layer on some merch and be that kinda fan girl. I’m presently stacking my pennies with the dream of getting one of her amazing works of art inked in the future. Big dreams, tiny coin purse. Le sigh.
A few moments captured in my old hood, the Upper Haight. This is Haight-Ashbury in all it’s grimy, technicolor, patchouli scented glory.
My compulsive Etsy browsing habits have resulted in quite a few holiday gift guides this year. In fact, I’m feeling so festive I’ve put together an entire alphabets worth of gift guides! *Cue maniacal laughter. But seriously, there is so much goodness on Etsy, and as much as I disagree with the outrageous consumerism the holidays seem to trigger, I realize people are gonna buy shit around the holidays, and I’d much rather you spend your money with independent sellers and artists than have you throw it at big, evil corporations like WalMart and Target. So here, the first of my anti-corporation alphabet gift guides. A is for Artist: gifts for the friend forever smudged with charcoal and paint.
Check out the rest of my Etsy picks for the Artist in all of us over here, and stay tuned for the rest of the alphabet!