
AN ANTIQUE SAPPHIRE AND DIAMOND BROOCH
The central oval-shaped sapphire weighing 28.68 carats to the old-cut diamond twin-line cluster surround, mounted in silver and gold, circa 1880.
AN ART DECO FIVE-ROW NATURAL PEARL NECKLACE
Comprising 116, 116, 119, 121 and 119 graduated pearls to the diamond openwork clasp with rectangular-shaped emerald centre, circa 1930, 39.5 cm long, in fitted green leather case.
AN IMPORTANT EMERALD AND DIAMOND RING, BY HARRY WINSTON
The square-shaped emerald weighing 14.04 carats to the tapered baguette-cut diamond shoulders and plain hoop, carat weight engraved on hoop. Signed Winston, and with maker's mark for Jacques Timey.
Like this of course.
All from Jewells:The London Sale at Christie's
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Friday, 6 June 2008
How can one possibly measure love?
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Thursday, 5 June 2008
Part 1 : Why are the houses of fashion designers sexier than those of interior designers?
Decorno asked this question, which I have paraphrased, in her post Saw this book at the store yesterday...
An interesting observation, I thought. As I once was one and now I do the other, I thought I might proffer an answer.
The world of fashion is based on desire. A fearless desire to create a world of idealised beauty from a singular perspective. A perspective which is allowed to manifest itself from season to season demonstrating its varied inspirations.
The rue Cambon apartment of Coco Chanel.
Unfortunately the world of interiors is rooted in the mundane. There is no longer fantasy. Just spaces filled with what is deemed to be fashionable. True daring and style have been exchanged for respectability, acceptance, and accessibility. An inequitable exchange, in my opinion.
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Tuesday, 3 June 2008
Judy, Judy, Judy...

Judy Davis as the Comtesse de Noailles in Marie Antoinette
You make it sound as if it were a bad thing...
Australian actress Judy Davis on Monday won a libel action against an Australian newspaper group that she claimed had depicted her as a selfish child-hater.
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Monday, 2 June 2008
rue de Babylone
The art filled apartment of Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé as it appeared in House & Garden, 1986. This is the yardstick by which chic should be measured.
Fashion dies, but style remains - Yves Saint Laurent.
The grand salon with two important paintings by Leger flanked by two equally magnificent vases by Jean Dunand. To the left is Goya's early portrait Boy with a Dog. And to the left of that is the only Munch painting in France, Seascape with a Figure.
An African throne sits beneath a Senufo sculpture, which in turn is in front of a painting by Burne-Jones. The parrot carpet is by Ernst Boiceau from the 1930s.
Another view of the grand salon. Under the Picasso hangs a Cezanne watrcolour and below that a portrait by Ingres.

A magnificent armchair by Eileen Gray and a leopard covered stool by Gustave Mikklos.
The cabinet de glaces, mirrored panels designed by Claude Lelanne mounted onto walls of aubergine lacquer. This room plays host to pieces not only by Ruhlmann, but also pieces by Rateau and Chareau and a carpet by Yvonne Fourneau.
The dining room with its Ruhlmann table and Gobelins tapestry of Africa.
Note the sheaf of wheat casually placed behind a relief of a young Louis XIV. This too was also a talisman of Coco Chanel's.



The ground level library leading to the garden.

Note the Francios-Xavier Lalanne sheep and egg shaped bar. Less obvious, yet significant, works of art include two early works by the Dutch modernist Mondrian and a drawing by Matisse. Two artists whose work had a great influence on YSL's creations at different stages of his illustrious career.
The terrace of rue de Babylone replete with its bird seats also by Lalanne.
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Friday, 30 May 2008
When just being was enough
The year was 1987. Margaret Thatcher was beginning her third term. Terence Trent D'Arby, ABC, Black, and Depeche Mode all had hits. None of us really had careers, just badly paid, but fabulous sounding jobs. Jobs that barely covered living, never mind the the necessities. The necessities being Gaultier, Johnny Moke, the odd bit of Westwood, taxis, and white shirts by Comme. White shirts by Comme that would come in very handy when waiting tables in order to pay for the necessities.
Stephen Tennant, Cecil Beaton, 1924
This was also the year that the Hon. Stephen James Napier Tennant died. The youngest son of the Scots peer, Lord Glenconner, and one of The Souls, the former Pamela Wyndham. And along with him, so too passed the last vestiges of an age, and a culture, where just being was enough. 
The Wyndham Sisters (Madeline, Pamela, and Mary), by John Singer Sargent, 1897.
In the Wilderness, Stephen Tennant Modeled as St. John the Baptist for Rex Wilstler
Wilsford Manor 
...the house was commissioned by Stephen Tennant's parents, Sir Edward and Lady Tennant. The architect Detmar Blow, his assistants and a dedicated band of masons and carpenters worked on the site of an older, much-altered farmhouse; in March and April 1904 the original structure was carefully dismantled in order to re-use its materials... on 16th May, the new foundation stone was laid by Sir Edward's mother-in-law, the Hon. Mrs Percy Wyndham, who had seen the building of her own house, nearby Clouds, during the 1880s. 
The dining room with its cornice of pink plaster shells.

Youthful Edwardian good looks turned florid with age. 


One of many ivory satin sleigh beds, this one in particular covered in silver tissue.
Stephen was the first to go all-white in the early 1930s, with the decorator Syrie Maugham. Later, he embraced a palimpsest of flock wallpapers headed by cornices of gold cake braid, not to mention straw suitcases everywhere bulging with Thai silks and carefully arranged journal pages, each written in a different-coloured ink and often containing beauty hints directed to himself: “No mascara for seven days. Rest the eyes completely.” - Emma Tennant
All images of Wilsford Manor from World of Interiors, October 1987.
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Monday, 26 May 2008
Foot fetish

Lot 469 - Pair of continental hide upholstered occasional stools, late 19th century, each with a padded circular top above a concave frieze, raised on three legs ending in hoof feet.
New Orleans Auction Galleries, Inc.
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Sunday, 25 May 2008
Just as one is happily going about one's business..
quietly building a collection, Hatta Byng has to go and spoil it.
I recently decided to stop taking House & Garden (UK edition) as it has been a while since anything that has graced those venerable pages has piqued my interest. That is until I saw the recent post, Object Lesson, that An Aesthete's Lament did on Thomas Wiggins's house in Epsom. Low and behold the spread was not disappointing. Except for maybe the dining room curtains. Perhaps they just didn't photograph well...
Also included in the June issue was a spread on retail legend Joseph Ettedgui's new flat. No surprises here. Seamlessly perfect and tasteful as one would expect. Just like one of his former shops. What one did not expect to see were vases by Constance Spry being highlighted. Not just in the spread but also in Hatta Byng's feature Copy That. The title says it all, don't you think?
Until now these esoteric objects have been the province of the die hard collector. Undoubtedly, every bored design dilettante from Chelsea to Notting Hell will now be in search of them. Not because they get them, but because Joseph has them. Thanks Hatta Byng. Should one of said dilettantes get in my way, let their fate be on your head. Trust me, it will make the Celine bag incident at I.Magnin look like child's play.
Mantel Vases, 1937, Constance Spry.
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Friday, 23 May 2008
Just couldn't resist this one

Saw these on Beach Bungalow 8, and naturally no one liked them. To each their own.
Of all the comments this one, left by Anonymous - 10:24 AM PDT, struck me in particular:
I actually feel ill after seeing these. One can only wonder what the person who would have this in their home or shop wish for this to convey about them?
Now, I can't help but wonder if they are in fact interested in a genuine response or if they are really just looking for some sort of validation of their opinion? Experience, and the opening line, tells me it is the latter. Regardless, here is the opinion from one who has not only sold such lamps, but also has one of these very lamps in their own house.
As difficult as some may find it to believe, there are people who recognise that the world is a less than perfect and pristine place. Rather than live in a sanitised version of the world, we embrace it in all its hideous splendour. We strive to find beauty in that hideousness. Our lives are filled with chiaroscuro. We are passionate about who we are and what we do. While one may see just two vulgar lamps made from detached feet, we see how nothing is wasted. We find beauty in that. We try to understand the need/desire to create them.
Most of us start this journey by acquiring these things. These things that others find distasteful — so offensive to their delicate sensibilities. Initially we are drawn to them because they are bizarre. Later, we fall in love with them because they signify to the world how we are not like you.
Baudelair said it best, In art, only the bizarre is beautiful.
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Thursday, 22 May 2008
And another thing

Diana Vreeland
Let's face it, if I only posted things that tickled me posts would be few and far between. So here is one on sidewalk etiquette that everyone under 35 seems to be oblivious to. There is no excuse for not knowing and practising this simple display of common courtesy.
1. The man walks on the outside of the pavement. Always.
2. When walking abreast while approaching other people, the man drops behind his companion.
Simple.
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The Tony Awards - Coco
Now, who knew Katharine Hepburn played the role of Gabrielle Chanel in the Broadway production of Coco?
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Wednesday, 21 May 2008
I remember laughing at another decorator once
Once in particular, that is, for asking for chamomile tea after dinner. Far too fey for our company. I asked him what on earth would be next, knitted cushion covers? While one adores the personal touch, one also abhors the loving hands of home.
Grace Kelly in High Society.
There is indeed a vast difference between artisanal and craft. Just a little something to bear in mind. The wrong crafted accessoire can take one from High Society to The Country Girl faster than one can say Etsy.
Grace Kelly and Bing Crosby in The Country Girl.
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Monday, 19 May 2008
The panicle of the London Season
Chelsea is upon us again; undoubtedly my favourite signifier of the London Season. This year marks the return of Arabella Lennox-Boyd. Lady Lennox-Boyd is a veteran landscape designer of thirty years, a five-time Chelsea gold medalist, and is arguably one of Britain's best garden designers.
The Daily Telegraph Garden by Arabella Lennox-Boyd.
Roman by birth and English by design. She has a wonderful understanding of the need for structure, which she softens and enlivens with an assured use of colour and planting. 
Gresgarth Hall, the Lennox-Boyd's country house in Cumbria.
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Friday, 16 May 2008
If one knows one is likely to shake the baby
'tis best not to pick up the baby in the first place...
Well, it seems to be official. I have stopped smoking. Not through design or desire, it just happened. Just when I had found the perfect Orrefors ashtray, too. Damn.
For the moment, all I can liken it to is the difference between using a telescopic rifle, and using a sawn-off shotgun.
With a cigarette, it was ready, aim, and fire. Kill shot.
Without a cigarette, all those words swirling in the ether are given life rapidly, rabidly, and indiscriminately. Carnage.
Anyone want to make book on an early Glorious Twelfth?
Alan Bennett's - The Loneliness of the Non-Smoker
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Saturday, 10 May 2008
Somehow we have managed to skip spring
And have gone straight into summer. I for one hate summer. For so many reasons. Not least of all because all and sundry feel at liberty to:
1. Put their ugly (and more oft than not, this is an insult to ugly) trotters into a pair of flip flops, or, my all time favourite, a pair of Birkenstocks.
2. Wear unconsrtucted and all too unflattering "summer" clothes.
3. Eat as they walk along.
One could understand if this were a seaside resort or one of those summer towns. It's not. It's L O N D O N. This is probably just a reflection of my very colonial upbringing, but it all just a bit too shanty town for me.
Flogging's too good for them. 
Woman with parasol in the village of Sainte-Anne, Guadeloupe.
Why is this degree of self respect and respect for others so elusive to those who reside it what is considered to be the developed world?
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Friday, 9 May 2008
Get misunderstood
The dreamy song Get Misunderstood from the Troublemakers. Dialogue is from La Naissance de l'amour.
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Thursday, 8 May 2008
Things that I know for sure
Shug was right about the colour purple.
There will be Iris Garden Grace,
and Iris Violet Reprise bordering our pond.
And, this year, there will be a wildflower meadow with purple Cosmos behind said pond.
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Monday, 5 May 2008
Mr and Mrs

Vache Paysage, 2006.
Hippopotame II (bar)
Bronze, iron, copper and wood.
Rhinocrétaire
François-Xavier Lalanne.
Grand Sphinx, 1999.
Banbiloba, 2005.
Pomme de Ben, h: 48 x w: 36.2 x d: 33.5 in.
Les Grandes Berces, 2000.
Gingko Guéridon II, 2007.
Banc Crocodile, 2005.
Claude Lalanne.
All images from JGM. Galerie
The husband and wife team of François-Xavier and Claude Lalanne have been creating some of the 20Th Century's most original furnitures for over forty years. They are the personification of what the decorative arts can and should be. His pieces are monumental, allegorical, yet lighthearted. Hers are organic, poetic, and dream like.
François-Xavier Lalanne's credo, The supreme art is the art of living.
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Thursday, 1 May 2008
Fête du Muguet

Convallaria majalis 'Fortins' Giant'
This elegant majolica ribbon plate has a yellow background with raised white lily-of-the-valley. The center of the plate has a flower shape made of green leaves.
Square Cachepot, c.1870
Diorissimo
No list about classic perfumes embodying the yearning for spring would be complete without Diorissimo by Dior. Composed by master-perfumer Edmond Roudnitska in 1956 it remains a central reference as the lily-of-the-valley fragrance that has come to embody the very spirit of spring for generations of wearers -
The Scented Salamander
On May Day in France it is tradition to give loved ones a nosegay of muguet for good luck. When not in France, one need not be too literal as muguet can be quite difficult to find.
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