Fauteuil, a term not often used, refers to a French chair with under armrest open. It usually has a patting on the armrest for comfort and it was mostly used in England where comfort first became more important than aesthetics compared to France. Below, a few modern versions of Fauteuils.
Resort Cabanas has really glamorous Beach cabanas. B&B Italian UP armchair & footstool, striped by Gaetano Pesce is just adorable.
Cup and saucer here and the tribal stripes on this cotton rug is definitely calling my name, I think I would love it more if it were in multicolu, at West Elm.
Serge Mouille’s sculptural lighting fixtures have been in my thoughts for a while now. Looking at all these rooms I can’t quite point out which one makes best use of the iconic lighting fixtures. I guess It’s because the lightings’ architectural silhouettes go well in any kind of interior, from contemporary to classic to country to modern and it’s funny how over-scaled the sconces usually are but at the same time they don’t overtake from the rest of the design of a room. I did a little research on rooms displaying Serge Mouille ‘s lighting in an attempt to get to see the first room ever that displayed one, alas, what a task, I quickly realized it would take a few months of research and possibly a trip or two to Paris to figure that out. And that is because Sege Mouille was a French silversmith who graduated from the School of Applied Arts in Paris, eventually becoming a teacher there while having his own metalworking studio and devoted most of his life to designing lighting fixtures. “Throughout the 1950’s Mouille designed large, angular, insect-like wall mounted and standing lamps with several arms and smaller, more curved wall-sconces.” Mouille’s website
Christine D’Ornano’s London home features a pair of Serge Mouille arms conces. photo by Simon Upton 2010
One of the things I enjoy the most about the Fall season is to hear the crackling of our fireplace. Although it needs a face lift; mantel, new fire utensils etc, I’m getting ready to take my wicker basket out and fill it up with fire logs. Have a fabulous weekend!!
How silly of me hoping that you would share my feelings after we met. It’s been two weeks since we last saw each other and I can’t stop thinking of you. Silenced by the perfection of your body and your seductive rustic, perfectly done skin, I couldn’t tell you for how long I’ve been coveting you. Ever since I saw your roving presence overshadowing the already cute Nate Berkus’ office, I was forever enchanted by your charm. How naive of me. It didn’t occur to me that perhaps you would just be one regular mortal contaminated by the world’s greatest sin, greed. There goes my love, with your hunger for more. Always more. But for three thousand dollars am I hanging like this? Just not fair.
