A life on the heel

Anyone who’s watched the tv program “Husdrömmar Sicilien” on svt will go bananas over this property located in the town of Sava in the south of Italy, right on it’s heel so to speak. Like Bill and Marie you could save the faded walls and beautiful floor tiles from some ikea-happy, white walls renovation.

So many beautiful tiles!!!!

Imagine bathroom in here. With a huge freestanding bathtub and a citrus tree..

Pictures from my Pinterest.

Ok, we have to dive into the wonder that is Palazzo Cirillo in Sicily now, where interior decorator Marie and her husband Bill has created a piece of house-magic.

Mural by artist Mirja Ilkka
Art work by Emilia Ilke

Pictures from Marie Olsson Nylanders instagram.

Damn, I think I have to buy a house in Italy soon…

Sunday plans

Flaming June by Sir Frederic Leighton 1895

Are you wondering what I’ll be up to this Sunday? Well I’ll tell you then… After sleeping like a baby (althought anyone whose ever taken care of a sleeping baby knows that saying is quite…untrue) first things first of course. Time for breakfast.

Le petit déjeuner is served on the patio of our Provence bastide on our danish porcelain. Vive la Royal Copenhagen!

After that leisurely start of day I hop onto my vespa and head out for todays adventure!

A bit of kayaking on the Gorge de Verdon of course. After a couple of hours of paddling and taking in the grand vistas I wave good buy to my fellow kayakers(?) and head back to the bastide.

A refreshing shower and it’s time for lunch!

All that fresh air and exercise means that I’ve surely earned a bit of pool time?

As the afternoon ripens I get the urge for some culture and we head off to Aix-en-Provence and a visit to Cezanne´s studio.

Before we head out into the night, me and my handsome man, we stumble upon a hidden gem. A taco truck with the best quesadillas you can imagine. A tequila as dessert and we are ready to dance all night long.

A smoky and crowded jazz club is just what the doctor orders, right? As this day dream is blissfully existing in a parallell universe unheard of pandemics and no smoking laws. I hope I won’t be to tired come Monday morning…

Wilhelmsberg

The mindless scrolling of real estate sites is oftentimes quite uneventful but sometimes you stumble upon a house that takes your breath away. Wilhelmsberg in Gothenburg is just that. Built in a rather unusual Neo renaissance-is style from 1868 by the cities head architect Victor von Gegerfelt. A mini castle with 22 rooms. Originally built for a merchant, who made his fortune in tobacco, as a little summer get away.

This amazing house was nearly demolished in the 1960s after being uninhabited on and off for years!

If I lived here I would do nothing but waltz around in my silk kimono sipping champagne, just saying.

The details!

Also, I would invest in a comfy arm chair placed just here where I would sit and read my WH Auden whilst maybe switching before mentioned champagne for some tea.

The inspiration for Wilhelmsberg was apparently a castle in Normandie.

Post card from 1906.

I’ll close this swoon-fest with Gegerfelts most famous work, the fish and shellfish market Feskekörka from 1874, literally the fish church.

On daydreaming

You know those aptitude tests you take when you want to get clarity about what it is you´r supposed to do with your life? I´ve always had he hardest time with those beacuse they never get me any closer to said clarity. They just don’t capture my inner wants or I don’t know how to answer them honestly (as if someone is grading my answers I think I should answer that indeed I dream of being part of a fast paced multi tasking high achieving environment when in fact I really don’t). But I think the point is that they don’t include what it is I like to do most (ie daydreams) and it’s not very clear how you make a living on that thing, or if you should.

When I was a child I was very good at making up worlds, most kids are quite good at it of course, but I really lost myself in my make beliefs for hours. I kept up these fantasy games, well, let’s say longer than most. I could transform the dining room into a fancy hotel from any era where I could be the protagonist heroine in sweeping skirts and around me a tragic/romantic/beautiful gone with the wind like story enveloped as hours passed by. But for me the decor and my clothes and the precise details of just about anything was just as important as the story I wrote in my head (I would re-play the scenes until I got them just right).

As I got older I mostly made up these scenes and worlds in my head and I sometimes tried to get them down on paper. But I’m very critical of myself and since the written version of the fantasy tends to be a lot paler I tossed the papers before I got anywhere. It has taken me a.long.time to be a bit kinder to myself and realize that creating anything good takes time and effort (duh, but there you go). I´ve never thought that the thing I liked most growing up could benefit me at all, in fact I struggle with finding my place and what I’m supposed to do with my life. I have tried to incorporate my “talent” in my work life, I created environments and atmospheres as a visual merchandiser and shop manager and I tried fo a brief second to be an interior stylist on photo shoots. The thing that got me down and to be frank a bit depressed was the cynical consumerism and sell sell sell of it all. I enjoy the world of helping artists create and display their art a lot more. I guess this little corner of the internet is my way of trying to create a place where I can experiment and find out just exactly what it is that I like to do without trying to fit it into any existing carrier path or business model.

Ps. the cute daydreaming lady above is on her way home to me right as of now, yay!

On auction right now

When life gives you so much lemons you get sick and tired of lemonade there’s only one thing left to do. Go on a spending spree and buy some art from the comfort of your quarantine. Hallelujah for the internet auctions! Follow link in text to place your bid (you might want to call your credit card company first to raise your limit for some of the listings).

Yapping King Charles Spaniel. Dutch school, 17th century.

Andy Warhol Self-portrait with Jean-Michel Basquiat, October 4. Polaroid. 1982

An oil painting by Belgian born artist Astrid Sylwan, who since many years lives and works in Sweden.

Ernst Billgren, a set of lithographs.

Mimmo Jodice Via Emilia, 1986. Donated by the artist for an Italian auction titled Art to stop Covid-19 taking place on April the 20th, organized by Blindarte.

Circa 1640, dutch school. The colors!

Todd Hido Untitled, from A road divided 2007.

Italo-Flemish 17th century. Estimate 8-12 000 GBP. Current bid 80 000! Get it before it goes under the hammer April 8th. The use of a portrait within a portrait was common in both betrothal paintings or when a spouse had died. My guess is that the former is the case here, this guy has dirty on his mind.. The unveiling aspect of the curtain also suggests that we are being presented with the new lady of the house. The use of curtains over paintings was however quite common for the time.

Happy art shopping everyone!

Palazzo Chupi

This morning, while quietly ignoring the dishes awaiting in the kitchen, I’ve been in a feverish pinterest-wikipedia-google rabbit hole researching the wonder that is Palazzo Chupi. The building has been on my radar, but not as much more than a distant blip on the architectural map. However, after spending last night in front of the documentary about the buildings father, the artist Julian Schnabel, it is all I can think about. A venetian palace on top of a building in Greenwich village, NY. It is weird and wonderful and not a little bit magical. It contains five apartments, one inhabited by Richard Gere at one point and Julians son, the art dealer Vito Schnabel, lives in another. Julian Schnabel’s art studio (I think its the very same as is seen in the artists directory debut Basquiat from 1996- one of my favorite movies by the way, woah this is a long parenthesis ) is situated in the original building, an old stable. The house is named after a lollipop and Chupi is apparently the artists nick name for his former wife (he’s had a few). Names seems to be a big deal for Julian. Since you can draw a direct lineage from Cy Twombly to Schnabels artistry it’s no wonder one of his sons is named Cy. And my favorite, the spitting image of his father; Vito, The godfather of course being one of Julians favorite movies as stated in the documentary. A well produced and enjoyable watch by the way, albeit a not very objective or critical one, produced by the artist himself as it turns out. But now, no more side notes, just enjoy the following images. You’re welcome.

Ah sigh!

My very own little country side hotel

In a world far far away in time, before climate change and evil viruses, you could do something marvelous, you could travel. In honor of that by gone era, I’ve allowed myself one of my very favorite daydreams. The one where my title is Madame Hotelier. Today I’m planning how my new 21 room hotel, located in the Occitan region in the south west of France, will take shape.

On the outside, I needn’t change much. The renaissance facade with its turrets and the surrounding lush grounds is picture perfect.

Some of the existing rooms are lovely and need no change either. With this gem of a room as a starting point I’m thinking that I want all the rooms to feel exclusive but relaxed, like a worn in pair of merino wool lined slippers. If that makes at all sense.

In this room I see a bar lounge with the feel of Soho House Istanbul or that gentlemens club were Meryl Streep was ignored in Out of Africa.

Away with those striped yellow walls and hello to “a Negroni please”.

So, would you come stay at my hotel?

A match made in heaven

In the need of taking my mind off the virus ™ , and limiting my news intake, recently I’ve been surfing a lot more web shops than usually and it got me thinking about limited edition special collaborations. The collaboration of brands and artists or creatives of any kind is not new, I know. But it is a phenomenon worth shining a light on, now and then. It is of course a great way for a brand to inject new vitality and increase their appeal and to latch onto the invited parties image. And vice versa, a wonderful opportunity for an up and coming artist to present themselves to the world, or for the established artist to reach audiences outside of the gallery. And not to mention a good way for companies to create content in a on-line climate which demands new and inspiring all.the.time. It is also a cunning way to tease the audiences appetites for consumption; present them with a limited edition, nearly impossible to get you hands on, collaboration collection. It might even be that the limited edition object, or clothing item, some day´ll be worth a lot of money… Get it before it’s gone! That said. Sometimes it is as if these collab products have a way of communicating things that “normal” brand collections just don’t seem to have. They can say something about the state of the world or even, as with Ablohs “Sculpture” bag for Ikea, be a clever way of presenting aesthetic theories to the mainstream public. Discussions about what art can be can take place outside of the white box museum. And that is maybe the key to the collab, that they have the capacity to introduce values and stories to a brand that is otherwise difficult to achieve. Cynical as it may be, here are my favorite collaborations at the moment. And yes, it doesn’t matter that I can see through the consumer-capitalist motives behind them. I still want them and they are none the less the outcome of wonderfully talented creators worth acknowledging.

But before we dive into more current collaboration, we have to take a moment to appreciate the very early match made in heaven that was Elsa Schiaparellis 1937 dress with a lobster painted by Salvador Dalí. So darn gorgeous.

Virgil Abloh for Ikea

I´m not entirely sure about the reasoning behind the teaming up of kitchen company Smeg and Dolce & Gabbana but I don’t really care, I just want that juicer on my kitchen counter.

Clare V for Anthropologie. Inspired by Picassos stay in Cannes.

Easter eggs by artist Siri Carlén for Svenskt Tenn.

Design company Asplund co-created a collection of carpets with the Hilma af Klint foundation in 2018 and again in late 2019, using af Klints extra-ordinary images from the early 1900s. Although who would even think of stepping on one of them I cannot imagine. More art than home decor, no?

Seven objects on auction

1930s Art deco mirror with accompanying candleholders, made of pewter.

A portrait painted in 1914 by Swedish artist Agda Holst (1886-1976). The painter, who was Paris educated, was influenced by the fauvist and cubist movements but had her very own way of playing with colors, mixing muted, soft patches of paint with more compact and vivid ones, creating expressive and emotional works.

Mahogany bed attributed to Jacob rue Meslée (1768-1803).

Textiles from Brunschwig & Fils, Svenskt Tenn, GP & J Baker.

A George II Mahogany sofa from the 1750s.

Bernard Albin Gras industrial style lamp.

A renaissance style cabinet from the late 19th century made in walnut, yes please!