LIVING BY DESIGN: Chester Square, London 1970's

A Guest Bedroom - Tatami matting, an Indian dhurrie, flat pouf and bed cover covered in hand-blocked Indian fabric.   A brown leather and chrome Eames chair, a Tibetan altar atop a simple trestle table with chrome legs and a red lacquered John Stefanidis chest of drawers by the bed. 

PEOPLE: Paul Poiret being politically incorrect

CLEARING OUT OF POSTCARDS... with apologies to my friends

NEOCLASSICISM - PART III

Contemporary Neoclassicism is a relief  from the modernism of the International School and its followers, the genius Corbusier and his poor imitators.

Above: Jacquelin T. Robertson's New Albany Country Club in Ohio, USA - Neoclassicism is interpreted with dignity.

Bomber Command Memorial - London.  The bombing of Dresden remains controversial - brave and valiant men nevertheless - they have a new monument, if only its colonnade [above] was not reminiscent of a Fellini movie. Liam O'Connor Architects won the competition to design the memorial...described by Rowan Moore in The Observer, June 2012 as 'amnesiac classical'.

Memorial Day 2012

The Queen's Gallery, Buckingham Palace

The rather vivid and obvious interior is better than being too bland, and such is the quality of The Queen's Collection shown that it matters little. but the Portico, designed by John Simpson & Partners, [above] is worthy of a provincial temple in deepest Thrace [note the damp creeping up the inelegant columns].

Quinlan Terry is a very successful architect. He is highly regarded, as we know, by the Prince of Wales. The Chelsea Infirmary, London [above]is one of his latest buildings and compares abysmally with Christopher Wren's Royal Hospital...the Chelsea Pensioners deserve better. 

ART I admire: Takashi Murakami

BOOKS: Sei Shōnagon - The Pillow Book [966 -1017]

...How to dress when in doubt:

Gathered trousers - Dark violet. Spring-shoot green.
In summer, lavender. On very hot days, trousers in the lapis lazuli blue of summer insects give a sense of coolness.

Hunting costumes - Clove-tan.  Soft white silk.  Red-purple weave.  Pine-leaf green.  Cherry blossom. Willow.  Also, green wisteria.
Men wear all manner of colours.

Shifts - White. For daytime formal wear, one should wear a more relaxed, scarlet unlined version of the akome gown.  Still, white is always particularly good.
I cannot bear people who wear a white shift that's slightly yellowed. Some people wear gloss-yellow robes, but I nevertheless prefer white.

Fan ribs - This made from the wood of the hō tree.  The colour should be red, violet or green.

Cypress fans - Undecorated, or painted in the Chinese style. 

Extract taken from : from Sei Shōnagon - The Pillow Book 

FABRICS: Yellows

Painted walls based on JS fabric 'Bamboo' from the Abigail Collection in Cream/Gold

John Stefanidis Fabrics available from:

London, UK - Tissus d'Helene

Showroom: Chelsea Harbour, London, SW10 0XF

Phone: +44 (0) 20 7352 9977

Email: sales@tissusdhelene.co.uk 

Website: tissusdhelene.co.uk

Miami, USA - Monica James

Showroom: 40 NE 40th Street, Miami, FL 33137

Phone: + 1 305-576-6222

Email: sales@monicajames.com

Website: monicajames.com

Los Angeles, USA – Harbinger

Showroom: 752 North La Cienega Blvd,West Hollywood, CA 90069

Phone: +1 310 858 6884

Email: Info@HarbingerLA.com

Website: harbingerla.com

LIVING BY DESIGN: Hints

A very long marble shelf, used adjacent to a dining room, a brass socket above it for a light - a JS [John Stefanidis] fan-pleated shade on a brass column light, three glass storm lanterns and a JS silver pot with freshly picked garden flowers. 

GARDENS: Pots

Plants contained in pots can be unhappy 

or they bloom contentedly.

Patmos, Greece

Bhubaneswar, India 

Cock Crow Farm, Dorset [John Stefanidis Living by Design]

POETRY: Poems of the Late T'ang

High Dike

I am a woman of Heng-t’ang.
My crimson silks are full of the scent of cassia.
A black cloud binds up a topknot for my head,
The full moon shapes me a pearl for my ear.
        A breeze rises in the lotus.
        On the banks of the river, spring.
        Here on High Dike
        I stop the men from the north.
        You shall eat carp’s tails,
        I shall eat monkey’s lips.
Don’t point towards Hsiang-yang,
By the green shores are few returning sails.
Today we blossom with the reeds,
Tomorrow with the maple grow old. 

Li Ho

LIVING BY DESIGN: Snippets from a Greek Island

A friend from Brazil