admittedly i am a brat when it comes to traveling. call it manifest destiny, call it snobbery, i just hate traveling to the same place twice.
i feel the constant need to explore, uncover, and investigate.
that being said, when people bring up italy as a vacation spot i tend to shy away. i’ve done florence, i’ve done rome, i’ve done milan, and i’ve done venice (insert digital face slap here). and yes i recognize that italy is big country, but when it comes to europe there is so much more i rather see.
take a gander at villa laura. reinstating my italian desire one drawing room at a time.
near the annual tuscan sun summer festival, the space boasts sprawling grounds replete with rosebuds, a pool the practically begs to be swum in, ping pong, and a billiards room.
i mean…if this isn’t amore, i just don’t know what is. villa laura be still my heart.
i decided many months ago that i want to be a quirky collector of coffee table books. small ones, big ones, books about africa, books about art, books about fashion, books about books. i want them all.
and once i amass said tremendous collection i will make a monument to them: a coffee book table. yes, a coffee table, made entirely out of coffee table books. i know, genius.
however whilst my future collection may be vast, my current bank account is modest and one (read: i) must curate a carefully selected wishlist of said books in order to reach their goal.
1. avedon fashion 1944 - 2000, by avedon - it’s avedon, it’s fashion. really i need not say more.
2. maxim’s: mirror of parisian life, by jean pascal hesse for assouline - and by mirror of parisian life they mean all the delightful debauchery, excessive drinking, and general extravagance that was the 1920’s paris.
3. halston, by phaidon - a image-centric ride through the richly fabulous life that was halston. (and yes, this is some shamless self-promotion, but hey a girl’s gotta love halston.)
4. photographers a-z, by taschen - because photographs speak volumes, and until i actually have volumes, i need photographs.
and the list goes on, but those four are ample starting books.
so although i may not have talked about it much (let’s face it, i am in denial) i am still on the apartment decorating binge.
i have successfully found an entry way table (no i don’t think 2 months to find one is excessive), and now comes part two…what do on my walls.
lucky for me, the boyfriend also has a keen eye and a penchant for etsy browsing (you’re welcome) and found these charming shelves.
they come in a multitude of shapes and sizes, and really add the perfect nostalgic touch to any shabby chic-inspired apartment. aka mine. (ok, so really it’s what mine hopes to be…but ya know, you need to start somewhere).