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postcards from orchard house

Found through the Historic Newton website.

shelter from the elements

Any fool can hire an architect to draw up a plan for a house, but it takes a truly inspired fool — which is to say, an artist — to start building and see where the earth and driftwood and shards of broken pottery take him, and an equally impassioned fool — say, a woman in love — to go along and carry the rocks on her back.

This is how it was with the little-known sculptural home that is Eliphante, three acres of fantastical domes, shacks and follies created over 28 years by Michael Kahn and his wife, Leda Livant.

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Was there a floor plan? Did they discuss the number of bedrooms, the layout of the kitchen?

“We didn’t think in those terms,” says Ms. Livant, who is 82. “We thought shelter from the elements and a beautiful place to live in: stained glass and pottery and wood, sleeping loft and a fireplace. Michael had no definite plan except to work and see what the natural shape would be. If you stay with a preconceived notion of what you want, it could be too restrictive.”

Joyce Walder, NYT 1/31/2008.

Photos: 1., 2. Trevor Reichman + 3.

heaven

The library of the The Saatchi-Lawson manse.

Found here.

The famous stairway carpet embroidered with Tilly Losch's footprints at Edward James' West Dean House. During their marriage, she ran up the stairs with wet feet and he was so taken with the pattern that he had a carpet made with her footprints woven into the fabric.

The marriage didn't last and after their divorce he supposedly replaced the carpet with one that had his dog's footprints on it instead.

Photos found here and here.

For more on Edward James: here and here.

little white house

naumann.arkitektur. Via WO AND WÉ.

farmhouse

Modern farmhouse by Roy McMakin. Inspired by the one in the 'Wizard of Oz', post-tornado.

Via Apartment Therapy.

cabin in a loft

Terri Chiao's Cabin in a Loft, photographed by Shawn Connell. I'd like one of these for myself.

More images here and here.

blues

# 1404: Sandra Siviero © La casita de mis niños. Unquillo, Cordoba, Argentina. From Mrs. Deane.

Tile / Remodelista.

Merce Cunningham's 'Scenario'. 1997. Costumes by Rei Kawakubo. From ro/lu.

Boro / R4TH.

Acid Sweat Lodge.

Jean Cocteau: Les Enfants Terribles. From Stopping Off Place.

Piet Hein Eek.

Big shack on the beach in Uruguay / Materialicious.

Blue bottles in Edward Gorey's house / Inside.

yellows

A visitor looks at a painting called 'Untitled No 39' by Callum Innes at The Royal Academy Summer Exhibition on June 9, 2010 in London, England. Photo by Peter Macdiarmid/Getty Images. (Jezebel via Jones Fife.)

From here.

Margaret Kilgallen.

Intelligent Clashing.

source unknown.

Tyrella Chair by Peter Nencini.

marbelized paper via N I N.

Anne Truitt: a wall for apricots, 1968. Via Y H B H S.

liliebe.

house and pool

One of the only constant dreams I have had in my life is to someday own a house with a pool. I wish I could swim every day.

Casa Larga designed by Daniele Claudio Taddei, via ArchDaily. Photos © Bruno Helbling.

for living

red house

I want to live here.

Iwan Baan' photographs of Padraic Cassidy's red house (due to a brain malfunction, I had that switched.) Via South Willard.

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

postcards from orchard house

the blue city

shelter from the elements

heaven

stacks + shelves

footsteps