A series of holiday homes built in the 1960’s melt into the environment that dictated their design.
Know the purpose of your “date,” and keep that in mind when choosing your attire. Bring on the allure.
Lingerie is a must, ALWAYS, even while sleeping.
If you kiss one another or sleep together, you are officially together. There is no such thing as “dating” in the French vocabulary.
Create DRAMA in your relationship to keep things exciting, creating tension, and validation. This could also possibly act as a reminder for him/her to not take you for granted. Don’t get to comfortable. Everything is temporary: “I take my bits and my bob’s and I am out!”
Men, what do you think? Women are you up for the French way of dating? I would be interested to hear about the How to Date The French Way from a male perspective. -tM
What is it about bathing outside that feels so freeing and satisfying?
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
There is something so sensual about dressing the other,
the final zip of a dress, the tying of the cravat. I think it is about the close proximity as much as it is about the intimacy of the act itself.
In that moment, you take on the knowing of what it would be like to see the curves that bare the weight of those clothes, or to perhaps kiss that mouth or caress that neck where the collar meets the tie; lips sinking into flesh.
Seduction in reverse; poem of the flesh. -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
The magnetic pull of a focal point in a room can be anything you want it to be, changing the mood of the room in an instant.
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
City streets never lie. -tM
Photography: 1. NYC, Unknown; 2. Italy, Unknown; 3. Greece, Dana Kandinska, 4. Havana, Unknown; 5. Turkey, Unknown
A delicious movie through and through. -tM
We need the tonic of wildness, not all things should be manicured in a “civilized” way. Parts of the land and sea should always be indefinitely wild and unexplored.
Wild beaches are a place where I can feel completely alone yet completely connected. Uninhibited I strip down and in harmony I let the five elements move in and around me; Space, Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. I get lost in the mystery and the knowing of it all.
We can never have enough of nature. -tM
Photography: Unknown | 1. The Creeks of Callelongue; 2. The Beach of Gold Mine, Pénestin ; 3.The Beach of Espiguette, Port Camargue
Artist: Jeffrey T. Larson
Sometimes I like to be parked for the weekend. It’s a glorious thing to be able to be at home, putter about, have friends come over to grace your space as opposed to venturing out into what sometimes seems to be waves of mass discontent. It’s all about balance, for me at least; balance, and going with the flow of well, me. -tM
Uffff, how I adore this wallpaper.
Vintage & sexy, it conjures up all kinds of feelings, and lends itself to many interpretations depending on the accessories; from tacky, to dirty old man, or perhaps eclectic older woman, to an abandoned parlour where dusty old books sit, waiting to be handled again, and lastly, classic and timeless. That is the thing about animal print, it can be all of the above depending on presentation.
I find it interesting that this particular presentation makes me feel many things. You don’t have to be a fly on the wall to hear what the walls are saying here. -tM
A multi media Artist, Lauré`s work is thought provoking to say the least. These are just a few selections of different mediums she continues to work with. They vary from sculpture, installations, video, tapestry, performance art, to name a few. She tells stories through art that explore the fine lines of balance between fiction and reality through personal myth and universal themes. -tM
Contrast and a little whimsy goes a long way in design and in life. -tM
I love Ivy on walls. Often times I get up close, real close to witness its curves, and its delicate existence. Despite the rain, I find this time of year to be quite charming in its quiet reveal of naked beauty and awakening of nature. -tM
I have never been one for exposing the midriff, nor have I ever been a fan of shorts, but this is an exception.
This is what happens when you have found your own style groove. I would have never thought of putting these garments together in such a way, but then again, it’s just not me. However if I did do midriff baring shirts and shorts, I would absolutely follow suit. -tM
Even though we have become a secular society where Sunday’s are no longer “God’s” day of rest, where businesses are forced to remain closed and family time is a requirement (boy do I remember how boring a Sunday could be as a child, quoting Morrissey as an appropriate reference “Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey” because that is exactly how it felt, dull, grey, and boring; lazing around all day trying to amuse oneself with play and fascination). Anyway, I digress…
As an adult, I find that I still hold onto those lazy Sunday’s as a way of life, a space for letting go, and connecting to what matters and to those I love. I consciously take it slow on a Sunday. It’s become a way of life. It is a day that I reserve solely for myself and for things that matter to me. It is my day of rest.
How about you, how do you spend your Sunday? -tM