it has been a little while since i posted on a japanese architect.

here's a nice one: hideyuki nakamura

images via here (originally from the brilliant rolu.)

this architect found via tokyo design week llove hotel installation

hideyuki nakamura for llove project

a superb sentiment for the weekend,

via unchanging window.

(via ici-marie and happy accident tumblr)

happy spring time.

confetti system on the selby.

melbournites, don't forget confetti system in real life
can be seen at third draw down!

continuing on the US theme.

these are all from anthropologie.

some of the patterns and things caught my eye.

i am curious about what

people think about anthropologie?

especially people from the us,

or elsewhere it is quite popular.

(it is still relatively unknown perhaps in oz?

although correct me if i'm wrong!)

what place does it hold in the 

battle of the interiors?

(i know they do clothes as well,

but am actually not a massive fan of their clothes,

although some of the little purses are nice.)

is it a big player with heart and innovation?

or just a big player?

i am worried that some of the ceramics are so cheap though.

what are the people making them being paid??

or is it the inevitable cost efficiencies of mass production?

anyway, just curious!

it is very nice to see an

australia ceramicist there -

that's so great,

samantha robinson porcelain from australia

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

hannah and her sisters, woody allen dir.

quotes 

e.e. cummings, somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond:

"(I do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands."

we watched this the other night.

that last line of the poem,

i am not sure i have read better,

for a line of love.

woody allen is obviously best advertisement for ny ever.

it made me want to visit again

and walk those streets.

first time round,

i was reading f scott fitzgerald,

so was in 20s and 30s new york.

found myself dreaming of excess and glamour,

and disappointments,

in grand old hotel foyers

and under striped apartment awnings.

we did see woody allen pay jazz

at the carlyle.

that was pretty great.