I was thinking over the weekend how is it I have lived so long without having art on my walls. Now I am obsessed with it its covering literally every surface. I guess its all about being brave and following your heart and not so called trends. I brought a fab sketch of J F Kennedy recently in a junk shop which I spent ages figuring where to put (love love those weekends playing house moving everything all over the place - it was pouring outside and there was I with my jazz and a fire and lots of snuggly lights - heaven) . The frame is a bit battered and peeling and the sketch yellowing slightly but all the better I say.
In my inspirational file that seems to be growing bigger and bigger are two images of art - one is super expensive and beautiful - the other an impromtu arrangement of images around a fridge. I am drawn to both which goes to show style has nothing whats so ever to so with money. As if we didn't know that already hey!
A beautiful combination of textures and styles - adore the painting - its super stylish and beyond elegant.
I love this - this is me when I live in NY in my loft - wearing missoni and a dash of vintage and surrounded by battered, tattered boho ness.
So I can dream no?
