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You’ve got to get out from the underground Persephone!

March 31st, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Unfortunately (or fortunately–depending on how she used her time), Persephone had to stay underground for three months out of the year. My roommate’s sister has referred to our apartment as a cave. I did wish to be a spelunker having been fascinated at an early age by caves, but the problem with living in a cave is that it is damp. On top of living in a cave, as a friend pointed out today at lunch, to be located backed up against a hill in a slight valley doesn’t help matters. It is however Spring and I see the occasional hummingbird out my window as I type and the yellow Ranunculus I bought on Wed. are looking almost fresh. I finally got my CA driver’s license, and this morning I went hiking in Torrey Pines Reserve with my hiking companion who described to me the naming of Pinus Torreyana.
Thursday past, was the fated event–my computer started to blink on and off from a bright blue screen to a black screen– the pointy cursor a circle next to it rotated, trying to load something that would never load. I made the dreaded phone call to Dell. And, after (I’m ashamed to admit much yelling), the third Dell customer service person said to me, “Is it really that big of a problem… if your files are THAT IMPORTANT…wouldn’t you do what you have to do and drive to where ever you need to go and have your files backed up.” I guess me yelling, “That’s completely unacceptable!” Several times didn’t phase him. He was right, of course, and after I felt quite small. Backing up the computer (more yelling over the phone probably did not help) took three days and yesterday Dell reformated my computer and I now feel quite refreshed. I suppose it is good that it happened in the end. I had 20 gigabytes of files on my computer and my back up service that I supposedly use only allows me 10. I’m certain I will need to extend my warranty. Hopefully they don’t keep track of one’s behavior so that I will be allowed.
The vessel was a thrift store find this week. Japanese, it reads, “Spring Field” my interpreter said it connotes wet, the rice fields, fitting. I’m going to go on a trip and visit the Ranunculus fields this week in Carlsbad, I’ll take photos.

Bedroom

March 21st, 2008

Daniel Pontius

The pink rectangular pillows were custom made out of Princess 602 by Kvadrat. The yellow pillow is made out of a vintage memo sample from The Cresent’s home decor department circa 1970. In lieu of a headboard, (in process) the first figure of three of a tri-fold cardboard divider–a stage prop from the 70’s–is at the side. The painting is a vintage oil taken off it’s stretcher that a past client was going to throw out which is supposed to depict workers in what a friend told me are the rice paddies outside of Beijing. The building in the background is the Temple of Heaven. The small litho is a vintage still life.
On either side the vintage linen shades have been converted into pendents–linen fabric with circles woven into the fabric. The sheets are a nice high thread count unbleached organic cotton with an extra vintage linen pillow case with embroidered flowers. The painted black bedside tables are a small and large size and are faux bamboo . A crystal decanter with a Dorthy Thorpe glass sitting on small copper enameled trays. On the floor is an old small throw rug with an interconnected fish pattern. The vintage Indian bedspread is a nubby cotton.

Beauty and Good Taste

March 21st, 2008

Daniel Pontius

My own personal style is a thoughtful editing of early and mid-century furniture and vintage pieces—a layering of textiles, patterns and art with a focus on reuse and reinvention.

Suitability; Simplicity; Proportion are the principles which guide me and can guide anyone to finding and enjoying beautiful objects and developing their own sense of good taste. These are Elsie de Wolfe’s guiding principles of good taste which developed from Edith Wharton and Ogeden Codman’s clasic, The Decoration of Houses. Let’s review the applicability of SSP today.

Suitability: pertains to the function of an item as in it should fulfill what it is meant to do. A table should function as a table. Further one could ask does it represent the personal style of the owner (or what they want it to be?) Can the owner understand it; relate to it–does it have a connotation that the owner can relate to beyond it’s utility? For example, is the object sustainable, ecologically sound, or will it be thrown out at the first whim or does it have an inherent value which can be traded on?

Simplicity: Is the object extraneous? Is it trying to be something that it is not? Is it trying to be clever or novel or does it have a substance of it’s own?

Proportion: Does the object work within the limits of the room that it is in and do the objects as a whole in the room work together to create balance?

In Elsie’s own words: “How can we develop taste? Some of us, alas, can never develop it, because we can never let go of shams. We must learn to recognize suitability, simplicity and proportion, and apply our knowledge to our needs. I grant you we may never fully appreciate the full balance of proportion, but we can exert our common sense and decide whether a thing is suitable; we can consult our conscience as to whether an object is simple, and we can train our eyes to recognize good and bad proportion… a woman’s environment will speak for her life, whether she likes it or not. How can we believe that a woman of sincerity of purpose will hang fake “works of art” on her walls, or satisfy herself with imitation velvets or silks? How can we attribute taste to a woman who permits paper floors and iron ceilings in her house? We are too afraid of the restful commonplaces, and yet if we live simple lives, why shouldn’t we be glad our houses are comfortably commonplace? How much better to have plain furniture that is comfortable, simple chintzes printed from old blocks, a few good prints, than all the sham things in the world? A house is a dead-give-away, anyhow, so you should arrange is so that the person who sees your personality in it will be reassured, not disconcerted.”

The Replacement

March 19th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

After much selling of the beautifully made exquisitely executed perfectly soft and pristine leather which brought about ultimate comfort, the client decided –they wanted the Lou Hodges chair and ottoman.

Alas, two days too late, already sold. This chair is to be it’s replacement. Not too shabby it has a nicely angled back which envelopes you in a relaxed lounging position –big enough to curl up in–and, after it’s reupholstered perfection!

Lovely Little Tapered Leg

March 18th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

We are work ing our way out of the boredom here at Bibelots. Perhaps it is a period-of-fruition; or perhaps it has been the tedious work, but the following quotes are assisting us on our way:
1. “Boredom: the desire for desires.” Anna Karenina
2. “Your true traveller finds boredom agreeable rather than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty—his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.” Aldous Huxley.
The term boredom was first used in Bleak House says, Wikipedia, which perhaps makes boredom a rather new pursuit really. I think though a new phrase should be coined, which is beyond ennui, a certain something that I don’t know how to describe. But I think it is what F.Scott Fitzgerald wrote about here:
“Boredom is not an end product, is comparatively rather an early stage in life and art. You’ve got to go by or past or through boredom, as through a filter, before the clear product emerges.”
The chair is patiently waiting to be cleaned up and upholstered in a nice soft caramel leather. Happily, our new upholsterer called us back today.

New Grass

March 8th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

The fence is several buildings down from a friend’s apartment in West Hollywood. I love the curve which adds a flourish to the street. I am fascinated by the meanings of things. And when I walk by this fence I wonder if the white paint is a reference to some romanticized longing for suburbia. See Forbes on the topic of Green yards.

When in college I worked summers as a gardener in Little Italy, Chicago. I rode my vintage Gold Schwinn Colligiate down Ashland Ave from the Northside and since we didn’t use weed killers I had a steak knife and I would spend about 2 hours twice a week weeding the grounds of the Westgate Terrace condos built in 1968. The satellite view below shows the wonderful canopy which in the early 90’s was not available anywhere else in the area. But the people who lived at Westgate Terrace loved grass. And they would have chopped down the trees if it would have meant getting their 3 x 6 plot in front of their townhouse to grow grass.
What they did have were birds, and shade, and a range of ground covers and shrubs. I’m certain they would have loved, New Grass: “Everybody loves the feel of New Grass…kids, dogs, moms, and dads!”

New Grass

March 8th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

The fence is several buildings down from a friend’s apartment in West Hollywood. I love the curve which adds a flourish to the street. I am fascinated by the meanings of things. And when I walk by this fence I wonder if the white paint is a reference to some romanticized longing for suburbia. See Forbes on the topic of Green yards.

When in college I worked summers as a gardener in Little Italy, Chicago. I rode my vintage Gold Schwinn Colligiate down Ashland Ave from the Northside and since we didn’t use weed killers I had a steak knife and I would spend about 2 hours twice a week weeding the grounds of the Westgate Terrace condos built in 1968. The satellite view below shows the wonderful canopy which in the early 90’s was not available anywhere else in the area. But the people who lived at Westgate Terrace loved grass. And they would have chopped down the trees if it would have meant getting their 3 x 6 plot in front of their townhouse to grow grass.
What they did have were birds, and shade, and a range of ground covers and shrubs. I’m certain they would have loved, New Grass: “Everybody loves the feel of New Grass…kids, dogs, moms, and dads!”

March 8th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Games of Chance

March 5th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Tony Duquette called his tablescapes, games of chance. I’ve loved this spread for awhile. I can’t decide why in particular. Tony Duquette was a protegee of Elsie de Wolfe, depending on who you ask. He did many light fixtures and if I recall some painted furniture for her home After All in Beverly Hills where she lived for a handful of years, which you can read about in Ludwig Bemelman’s memoir about his time with her there in To the One I Love Best. There she lived, as Duquette’s website reads, amongst the American royalty as she had to escape her beloved Versailles due to war. She pined for Versailles while she was there and if you see images of After All, it is very much designed, inexpensively (for her) as a stage set, with lino floors, fabrics and mirror and reproductions and grand sweeps of color. Elsie in tune with her own ideas of what was suitable as she was ready to make a break the moment she had a chance.

Games of Chance

March 5th, 2008

Daniel Pontius

Tony Duquette called his tablescapes, games of chance. I’ve loved this spread for awhile. I can’t decide why in particular. Tony Duquette was a protegee of Elsie de Wolfe, depending on who you ask. He did many light fixtures and if I recall some painted furniture for her home After All in Beverly Hills where she lived for a handful of years, which you can read about in Ludwig Bemelman’s memoir about his time with her there in To the One I Love Best. There she lived, as Duquette’s website reads, amongst the American royalty as she had to escape her beloved Versailles due to war. She pined for Versailles while she was there and if you see images of After All, it is very much designed, inexpensively (for her) as a stage set, with lino floors, fabrics and mirror and reproductions and grand sweeps of color. Elsie in tune with her own ideas of what was suitable as she was ready to make a break the moment she had a chance.