There was a red line
It started in the laundry alcove of our barn.
It’s sort of hard to explain, but let me make a long story short…
(for the first time in my life. Ever.)
In designing the barn, I almost neglected to add a laundry area.
Let’s just get that out of the way first.
I mean, who thinks of laundry when designing a barn for boys??
Luckily, at the last minute (love those last minute Change Orders) we found a way to tuck one in, in the small hallway leading to the garage. Because there was no window, and the room adjacent to the laundry houses all the guts, gadgetry and ‘guy stuff’ for the barn, our architect came up with the cool idea to remove one length of reclaimed wood and replace it with a ribbon of glass. An ‘electrical-guts-viewing window’ as it were.
Like I said, guy stuff. Then he added an LED multi-flitered light, which can be any colour, but I like the red.
When passing by at night it’s both cozy and very James Bond.
If James Bond did laundry.
Plus, it matches the cherry red washer & dryer I’ve lusted after for years.
That’s when it started.
I began to see the red line everywhere…
and to appreciate how it made cool, monochrome spaces pop to life
Like I said
The hallways of the Selman Hotel, Marrakech
My own Instagram photos
The bar of The Tintagel Hotel, Colombo, Sri Lanka
and you can believe it didn’t stop there.
I think you all know me better than that.
The boots, Chanel Pre-Fall 2014
I wanna say Ann Demeulemeester
Jason Wu clutch
Chicago Museum of Modern Art
Eddie Borgo Fall 2013 Winged Scarab necklace
the red line was haunting my dreams
calling out to me
It’s no bloody wonder I forget about the laundry.
BTW- This is my 500th post!!
One Year Ago; I was “Feeling Very Delftish”
painted lips photo; Michelle Leander Herum
uncredited photos via Tumblr or Pinterest.