Sundays

Photogarphy: Uknown

Photogarphy: Uknown

As we age, anything in particular can usher in the feeling of nostalgia.

This piece of furniture, aside from its fantastic design, does just that for me. 

This is how my family lounged on our concrete deck in the hot and bothered city in the 70's and 80's. Surrounded by potted tomatoes, like any good immigrant family, eating watermelon and finding relief from the summer heat became synonymous with family gatherings and simpler times.

It's a reminder to find your tribe (whoever they may be) and love them well. Make that connection, it's an important one. -tM

Eating Out

Tropical 1970's Outdoor Kitchen. #adfrancemagazine.jpg

Tropical 1970's

kitchen. What is old is once again new.

In design and fashion there are no new ideas, just minor adjustments to what already had its moment in time.

This kitchen has paired the business of the 70's tile, honouring the deep hues of the time with the simplicity of contemporary design.

This outdoor kitchen is all about the balance of good practical design and inspiring décor. -tM

Photography: Ad France Magazine

Patio Season

Patio's,

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

It's Time

Photography: tM

Well, almost.

The weather is turning and with it comes the people watching, patio lounging and dining alfresco. There is a feeling of hope and promise that comes with the first rise in temperature and in its opportunity to watch the traffic go by, as you sit still in the sunlight, removed from the fast pace of your day but still connected to the pulse of the city.

There is a freedom that comes with summer as one moment fades into the next. The day vanishes into night, laughter disappears into thin air, even the morning light that finds its vanity in the reflection of the skyscrapers alters into the afternoon flesh-alive heat.

As we shed our clothes we also shed our inhibitions. In the summer, anything can happen. -tM