Back to my old tricks after a three-month long hiatus.  1st Dibs never changes and never disappoints.

Shelves, 19thc., Italy

Paper collage by Dardo Socal, 1980s, USA

Edward Wormley sofa, 1950s, USA

Frederick Weinberg chair, 20thc. USA

Large zebra rug, 1970s, Africa (it's vintage)

Mid-century Moroccan rug

Marc du Plantier lamp, 1960s, France



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There's something about this writing table...

Napoleon III Ladies' Writing Table, Provence, 19thc.

Painting by Jim Oliveira, 2002 

Ceramic Lamp with Wood Detail, Italy, 1960s

Mario Dal Fabbro Occasional Table, Italy, 1979

Pair of High Back Loop Chairs, USA, 1950s

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Mid-century oil on canvas, Spain, 1950s

Louis XV chestnut writing table, Provence, 18thc.

Oversized Venetian glass lamp, c. 1940s

Gilt dome ceiling fixture, USA, 1960s

Mirrored breakfront by Syrie Maugham, USA, 1940s

Diamond drop earrings, India, contemporary

Art

While cleaning out some files I found this bedroom design:

I can see it now.  Primal.

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Louis XVI Carved & Painted Table, France, 19thc.



Josef Frank Flora Cabinet, Austria, 1937




Bronze and wool sheep, 1970s




Christian Dell wall lamps, Germany, 1930s



George IV-Style Etagère, France, 19thc.

Cartier gold desk clock, 1940s





Spring and new love

Today there has been rain, snow, and now big fluffy clouds bathed in a beautiful amber light.  The clouds are like the ones you see from the plane.  They look like freedom.  Like when I got my first car, a bright red and shiny Mazda that I would drive fast from Toronto to Montreal.  And then packed everything up in it, and moved away.  It's also the feeling of freedom I get when I sit in my seat in an aeroplane on my way somewhere...  An incredibly heady feeling. The feeling of Paris in the spring.  I need Paris like I need oxygen.  And the ferry to Capri.  The ferry to Capri washes away all the bad things, all the stale things that have somehow managed to get encrusted over one's soul.
In less than a month I'll be on my way.

In the meantime, there's a new love in my life:  

The Midnight Special

Just in case we needed another reason to miss the 1970s.  Seriously.  Miss Pat!  Putting 2011 to shame.