This is a the way to use accents of colour to anchor a room. I love the way this space is peppered with red, from floor to feature walls. There is such purpose in this design. Money has nothing to do with taste, style or design. Cuba and its people have a beautiful way of expressing just that. -tM
Photo found at: Samo Tako, Tako, Tako… Link to source below.
Oranges, clementines, mandarins, each one alerts me to the pleasures and brightness of life.
Today I sat on the subway, eyes closed, in meditation, listening to the train move its way closer to home, when I was awoken by the perfume of an orange. The woman peeling the fruit was at the other end of the subway cart. Its saccharine scent permeated through the air removing thoughts of anything else.
And that’s the beauty of oranges, you are nowhere but here in the presence of there fragrance. -tM
Air travel reminds us of who we are. Lounges, terminals, these transitory spaces, are places where souls are examined, and where good design appeals to both our logic and emotion.
They are places of waiting, waiting for love, waiting to depart, for the next phase of life to begin, the weight of the waiting can be perceived as big, sometimes even to much to bare.
They are like therapists offices for those of us willing to engage in the introspective part of our travels. Life is always about landing and taking off, isn't it? -tM
I love museums that aren't contrived, the Musée Bourdelle in Paris is just that. The artists home and studio turned gallery and creative treasury is open to the public most days of the week except for Monday.
A repository of beauty and truth, a place where time has been transformed into space. -tM
I am thinking about taking time away from the city this summer.
The more I think about what it may look like, the more I realize that I want it to be beautiful, honest, and straightforward.
I want the simplicity of bread, and the stillness that follows the triumph.
I simply want to make contact with the reality of life in its unadorned state. -tM
to escape to the South of France this summer, to be transported into a simpler way of life, of eating, and of spending time. In this moment I want to exchange what I suspect will be my hot city summer for the one pictured above.
I dare to dream. -tM
How humbling and inspiring a moment spent by her side can be.
Once again, I find myself yearning for her salty embrace. -tM
When I was in Costa Rica I experienced the loofah exfoliation of the black sand beach.
The waters were deep, the ocean wild, I felt like I was in a well groomed jungle. Hanging in the trees directly behind me were monkeys, beside, sea turtles coasting, all while the Iguana's were lethargically making there rounds in and out of the shade.
I felt free, and was happily letting the wind play with my hair, and move my sarong any which way it pleased. You see, there are pro's to beaching on black sand. No matter the speed of the wind, the sand stays in place. The grains are quite large, there is no sand in the eyes, little granules in your bikini, or in your hair; it is the ultimate sexy beach experience.
There is something raw and uninhibited about the black sand beach, perhaps it is energy and violence through which it came into existence, explosive, hot, volcanic rock and lava permeating and consuming the land below.
There was nothing commercial about this experience, the sand made that clear. At the end of the day I don't know which I prefer. They are both suited to there environment and landscape. Ultimately I find beauty and inspiration in both. Any time on a beach is time well spent. Don't you agree? Which do you prefer? -tM
What to pack or what not to pack,
that is always the question. There are often mental calculations involved around what you will be doing, and where you will be going. The shoes in my opinion are always the trickiest part sometimes due to whether conditions, and other times due to the geography and road conditions of the trip, so I always pack a heel and a more semi-casual flat just in case for an evening out. I like to cover all of my bases.
I like the idea of the list, keeping one in your closet so that you don't have to think about what to pack in a pinch, because no matter how often you travel it always proves to be a mental challenge.
I also like the idea of being prepared and organized enough to be travelling with your own suitcase hooch. Although times have changed and finding a drink somewhere somehow is no longer a challenge, one never knows at what hour one will need a good stiff beverage.
That being said, may your summer journey to your destination prove to be as predictable as this list and may the rest of your vacation be agenda free. -tM
in the trees? Why not? More and more resorts have taken to heights reminiscent of our youth. Trees are always a relief, a way to escape people.
This kitchen is as peaceful as the forest it lives in. There is a unique poetic space amongst the trees that cannot be found anywhere else.
I always appreciate design working in harmony with nature as opposed against.
Tropical hideaway indeed. -tM
Photography: Brechenmacher&Baumann | Tulum Resort
Just when you think,
that the world cannot contain anymore beauty you stumble upon this. I cannot take my eyes away from the gleam of the ocean and the vast glorious space of its embrace. Affirmation complete. -tM
Photography: Conde Nast Traveller | Carvalhal Beach, Portugal
Photography: Benny Horne
place of solitude. The beauty of it all is that solitude does not care about your surroundings or destination, it just wants you to go inward and to connect to the truth of your soul. May you save a seat for some solitude this weekend and connect to the truth of your soul. -tM
Photography: Rachel Juarez-Carr | Morocco
tapped sap from coconut spathe is used as a refreshing drink, and fermented sap is consumed as an alcoholic beverage. It is not an easy feat, on average one would tap 50 trees, twice a day proving to be much more labour intensive then tapping maple trees for syrup. There is so much beauty and bounty in passing down tradition and artisanal crafts that respect the delicate ecology of our surroundings. -tM
Photography: Kyle Weeks | Himbia People, Namibia
a sexy hybrid between a garden and deck, the are King in my book. Dating back to 15th & 16th centuries they first appeared in the Andalusian region, Persia and several Arab countries.
"Patio" is the Spanish word for "back garden." A 1950's novelty in North America, they didn't see there heyday until the 1970's housing boom, where almost every home came equipped with one of these soiree terraces.
I love the colour and geometric design of this particular one. I am thinking a martini, palazzo pants, and a headscarf would be the perfect accoutrement.
Oh Patio season how I adore you. -tM
Vintage Patio, 1956. Photography: Unknown
Brazilian designers the Campana brothers have constructed a home in Sao Paulo that is covered in Palm Fibre, giving it a hairy texture. They were inspired by indigenous housing where the palm fibres are used to shield against the tropical heat.
The inside of the house centres around the library, where shelves of leather add yet another type of organic texture to the house.
I really appreciate how natural plant life, eco-friendly design, and style create a home rooted in and of the earth. -tM
Photography: Leonardo Finotti
Have you ever noticed how a simple palm tree can make even a bombed out building look beautiful? There is a majesty about them. Exotic in charm, there feathered fan of leaves moved by the winds can intoxicate.
I have always wondered whether those who live amongst them feel the same way I do while in there presence.
They are foreign to me, much like the soil that they choose to grow in. In exile, some stand alone, like lonely persons celebrating there own greatness. They are magnificent reminders of our own roots. Perhaps that is even part of the appeal. -tM
Summer is sloooowly approaching, and although I love the city and all it has to offer in the heat of its days and nights, I have to admit I am already beginning to think of my great escape, at least for a weekend or two. Out of the city and most desirably into the arms of the ocean.
It is all about the change of rhythm and change of pace, its the slow weekend groove that I long for that the city itself has long ago lost.
I am using the photo's above as inspiration. I hope to have an authentic, inspiring, and laidback kind of summer.
How about you? Are you making any plans to escape? -tM