Art Deco Junkies get a fix…
The weather is dire today – been huddled up in our tv den all afternoon watching Poirot dvds. The ones with David Suchet as the neurotic and anally retentive Belgian detective. Artist and I are really into art deco so we watch and spend the time like this:
Artist: “Fuck love, did you see that black trim?’
KC: “Ya, I want that in my study, but with green walls not yellow.”
Artist: “We need a gazebo so i can build pillars like that.” (note: these are deco pillars big enough for a stadium)
KC: “Love! We must get a mirror like that.”
It’s quite pathetic really. Except that we really are building a monument to art deco in our Greenside hovel. Just finished another room. The light fittings are my passion – but I have blogged about them before, with pics.
And I know I complain about the endless mess as My Artist makes sure everything that we do is perfect, but to tell the truth I am glad. Our home is really beautiful and totally true to the time it was built. When I bought it, there were five bedrooms. Now we have three bedrooms and the den (with a deco Catholic shrine that Artist built me) and my study. Well, my old study is now Kit’s bedroom and the massive front room she was occupying will be my study. A decision I made a couple of weeks ago. Kit has been brainwashed into believing it’s a good move.
Part of the pleasure of being here, owning this place, has been the slow finding of things. We have chrome light witch covers even. Probably stolen from some soon-to-be-demolished CBD building. The really big restoration job will be the kitchen. Once upon a time this house belonged to an orphanage, I think in the early 80s, and they had a kitchen donated. We have to gut it and put in terrazzo and wood in order to make it true. But the wall tiles are the original black and what used to be white.
Some of the floors in the front of the house are yellow-wood, not pine. Oh man, you see what happens when I start blogginig about my house? I get totally carried away. This is a deep and abiding love affair. I want to photograph every inch of it and blog it. Bore you all to tears.
*sigh*
I was trying to explain to a friend over lunch what we were doing. He said: “I love art deco, Andy Warhol was great.”
Bloody peasant.
Jack Sparrow: Philosopher
Captain Barbosa: “The world’s a lot smaller these days, Jack.”
Jack Sparrow: “No it’s not, there are just less things in it.”
Pirates of the Caribbean 3. Brilliant movie. About 3 hours long. Lesson learned: Only go to previews because there are no crap ads or trailers.
Blogbuddies – see this. But only if you have seen 1 and 2.
There is an uncomfortable early moment when you think you have stumbled into Return of the Jedi, but don’t be deterred.
Man – this is right up there though, with those Star Wars trilogies.
The ending? Very suprising, indeed.
