Brutalist architecture and harsh terrain made beautiful by ways of merging life with art.
They soften one another. -tM
Architecture: Alejandro Aravena | Chile, Pacifc Ocean
Architecture: Alejandro Aravena | Chile, Pacifc Ocean
I have always thought that it was a necessary phenomenon, that there are plenty of good things that come from an injured heart, if you so choose to approach it in such a way: lessons, self-reflection, personal growth, and perhaps even a change in the way one lives their life.
During Medieval Times before the capability of Science, individuals believed that the heart was the centre of all things. That decisions were made based on how we felt, that the body moved voluntarily/involuntarily due to the heart and its body driving life force. A lot of attention was paid to the way one felt, to their emotions, and ailments were diagnosed based on the understanding of ones feelings.
Flash forward to the Scientific Revolution where the heart was dismissed for that of the mighty brain. As the brain took centre stage, the heart merely became a secondary player. We were now asked to listen to our brains as opposed to our heart. One was the seat of logic while the other was the seat of emotion, which according to Science, were two separate organs that at times seemed to be working against each other.
Most recently, the Scientific community is finding that the heart-brain correlation is more significant then we ever thought. That the heart speaks to the brain more then we realize. When the heart breaks, when it is in pain, or one gets emotionally upset, its rhythm changes, and that in turn sends a message to the brain that affects its higher decision making processes. There is no real separation. So when someone says, “Listen to your heart, or use your logic” truly they are one in the same. Science is now starting to believe that most of the information we process is emotionally regulated by the heart anyway, that in turn sends messages to the brain.
So in short, take care of your heart, be Medieval about it, listen to it, but also set it free. Let it move in and out of heart break, there is a higher-learning that takes place in such circumstances. And trust it, really be attentive, because it always knows, whether you are in denial about it or not, it is the centre of your emotional and spiritual being.
Your heart is King, pay attention to its voice, and let your mind be the advisor, its a symbiotic relationship, one is nothing without the other. -tM
A colour often synonymous with the free loving 60’s & 70’s, seems to have somewhat disappeared design wise. The above is a visual ode to the colour itself, used as an accent or in its entirety, yellow marries well with so many colours, and there are so many versions of it to fall in love with.
I remember a girlfriend (who is Irish herself) told me that if you see a house with a yellow painted door, you’d better believe that those residing inside are Irish. It’s a distinctive colour, that can be bold as much as it can be soft, however, anyway you look at it yellow means standing away from the crowd.
I think those who accept yellow into their lives through interior design or otherwise don’t take themselves too seriously.
It’s a statement, as are all colours, however this one not so subtle in its display. -tM
Photography: Unknown; Image No. 3 & 4 DIMORE Studio Design
I have always prayed, even as a child. Nobody told me to, or even requested that I do, I don’t even know how I fell into prayer. I think maybe I just felt like I needed to be heard, but in private. I never really asked for anything, I remember always giving thanks, and being grateful for my loved ones. Now that I have respectfully grown older, I still pray and give thanks, but it happens throughout the day, rarely at bedtime. My requests have changed a little, but I still give thanks. I also meditate and connect to the universe in different ways. Prayer is such a sacred practice only for the reason that it is so deeply personal and is spoken in truth.
The importance of prayer lays in the connection I make with the universe and nature herself. It’s a way for me to feel that I am connected to everything, a devoted reminder that we all are.
I am not certain if prayer changes things, but the act of it most certainly changes us, and hopefully as a result we in turn become capable of changing things. -tM
I remember, as a child, watching my mother ritualistically fill her brass coffee grinder full of beans and churn. It was part of her solemn morning coffee ceremony. I would watch in amusement as it seemed like at the time a lot of effort for one cup of Turkish coffee. The process appeared labourious to me, yet what I didn’t realize was that to her it was probably the only time she had to herself, that morning coffee ritual, still connecting to her ancestors, while raising two kids and holding down the fort.
I now have that brass coffee grinder, it sits in ornamentation. It was one thing I was adamant on having. To this day, she still makes her Turkish coffee, although with pre-ground beans, and at times exchanges the ritual for the easier one of the Nespresso.
And even though I have tried my hand at making a cup or two myself, it never turns out quite as good as my mother’s. Sometimes I think it’s because she has so much love and respect for the process, and other times I think maybe, just maybe she is in all actual fact, the coffee whisperer. -tM
*NB for those interested click on the Source link below for a little history on Turkish Kahve.
Perhaps it is the omnipresence of nature that elevates the escape quotient, or perhaps it is the same reason that anything cooked over a fire tastes so good; it’s in our DNA. Whatever the reason, being naked and free in water surrounded by nature’s bounty is one of life’s most extraordinary and yet simplest pleasures. -tM
What’s the story behind the captivating Daffodil light?
Daffodil is a lamp inspired by the Caravaggio painting Narciso, which depicts a beautiful boy gazing at himself in a body of water before he drowns in his own image. It’s an allegory about the ego. I designed Daffodil as a system of polygonal mirrors that creates a kaleidoscopic game of reflections, so that the viewer is forced to reflect upon his own image and, yes, ego. (Exerpt from 1stdibs)
I always make it a point to take my summers as sloooow as possible. While everyone else has these epic plans of travel, and an “I can do” attitude to see people, places, and things, I on the other hand revel in the little things even more so then usual. Simply put, I live, and really feel life in all of its depth and possibilities. I move at a slow pace, I stop for things; an ant crossing my path, a dandelion parachute gently tumbling across my foot, I observe, I breathe, I keep my eyes and ears open and experience life as if it were a fantasy, because it is.
It’s magic. True magic. -tM
Though never a fan of picnics in the park, I have always enjoyed a nosh by the water. Perhaps the view has something to do with it. Some of my fondest memories are sitting on a beach at sunset enjoying food and wine with company.
The perfect way to end the day. -tM
I have always been a firm believer in wearing your jewels, your “fancy” shoes, your beautiful handbag, great coat, sparkly top, whenever the mood strikes you. I don’t believe in saving fashion/style for a special occasion. Bust your finest out whenever the spirit catches you. If it makes you feel good, that confidence will spill over into everything you do that day.
Viva la inspiration! -tM
I like focal points in rooms for a few reasons, one, it acts as an anchor in a space, unifying a room that may otherwise have an identity crisis. Two, it draws you in, it immerses and engages you in an otherwise unfamiliar space, creating an emotional experience/connection. Sometimes it can also set the stage for a theme, or add playfulness or contrast to an otherwise stale space. Forth, it can be an instant face lift, making the room feel fresh and new, giving it a sense of panache and gusto. And lastly, it can do double duty by highlighting other important architectural beauty that would otherwise go unnoticed by the amateur eye.
The purpose of the focal point, in my opinion is to lure you in, only to have you consider the rest of the space in a wandering fashion. They eye should never linger when there is so much to explore. -tM
With every summer comes the obligatory melt. The melt that is electric in currency, that sparks creativity, as much as it does resignation. It forces us to slow down, to pay attention to our breath, to acknowledge (albeit in frustration sometimes) how our body moves and feels and to really pay attention to what it needs.
So as frustrating as it can be, “the melt” helps us self-regulate, and slooooow it the f&%* down, because as wild and hectic of a world as we think we may live in, it is no match for creation.
So here is to letting that frustration and resistance go, and to taking it slow, sexy & slow. -tM
There has always been something tough about the asethetic of North American fashion, versus that of the elegance with which European fashion is conveyed. Even in our most sophisticated moments there is still this undertone of grit.
It goes to show you that fashion is so much more then the clothes that you choose to wear. It is also about attitude, culture, self-worth, creativity, social status, and a freedom of expression that is more often then not inextricably linked to where you have grown up and what you have internalized on a psychological level.
It is living art made beautiful by what you choose to say with it, in attitude and in style. -tM
Design: 1. Unknown; 2. Unknown; 3. Depasquale & Maffini; 4. Jean Ginsberg
As simple and as delicious as it is, it has never been straightforward. Bread has always been a direct reflection of economics. To look at bread, is to look at taxation, revolts, and subsidies. It tells the story of life, its struggle and its triumphs; bread is endless in what it can represent. It’s good to critically think about our food beyond our initial consumption from time to time. There is often a narrative there worth understanding. -tM