Eileen Agar‘s surrealist views out torn screening… this is the type of thing I am seeing around me when I allow myself to look past the riot of colour.
John Brauer‘s ‘Grand Illusion’ table is like a sort of perspex jellyfish I could see using in some surrealist Fellini-type interior I am conjuring in my mind (notice the absence of legs or any structural support – love.)
No, let’s face it, what I’m really considering is a silver and white rococo room …after all rococo is a combination of the French rocaille, meaning stone, and coquilles, meaning shell (not to state the obvious but I never know who’s reading this!)
I took this photograph on my beach, and think if you squint your eyes you can pretty much find Chips Channon‘s dining room within the ornate and florid lines of the wood. It’s so obvious when you see these side by side. And the colours in this sunbleached stump are rapturous and prescisely why I used old exterior barnboard to clad the sitting room of my cottage in Canada. Would that I could have got even more bleached wood like this, but Canadian Pine goes a rather more muted shade of pewter really, rather than silver, still terrific but the pales gesso tones of this driftwood are really alluring.
This Marchesa dress I photographed in London is like ocean froth – maybe one could make a skirted table in something like this for a witty touch in our driftwood Channon dining room? Now we’re talking…
Back to reality, my children play games on our more classically Bajan terrace…remember how Deborah Turbeville used to make every interior fade to grey? It was so haunting, I miss that thing, that neo-romance of the 80′s sometimes.
As for me, I’ll be leaving the children at home and wearing this Susie MacMurray gown, fashioned of dressmaking pins, for my inaugural ball in my silver driftwood palace.