You may have gathered, from seeing the odd flash of house in the backgrounds of my videos and photographs, that my taste in interiors is – what would be traditionally considered to be – rather masculine. I tend to favour warm woods and clean lines and darker colours over anything that could be considered pretty. Rosewood, leather, slate; smoked glass and tinted mirror; textured walls, simple, modern bed linen. I see interiors online that I love – bright white spaces with airy curtains billowing in the breeze – but not matter how hard I try to be a bit less…Tom Ford with things, we still end up with most of our rooms looking as though they’ve been lifted from a book on mid century interiors. Which is fitting, I suppose, in a mid century house… Anyway, to cut a long and rambling monologue short: in a moment of desperate need for some pretty, feminine things in my life, I started rummaging about collecting nice trinkets and beautiful bits and bobs from my beauty stash. And then I realised that it was going to be Valentine’s Day so I arranged them with some love-themed stuff for good measure.
As you do.
I found it all very therapeutic, really. Until the dog wandered over and – literally – belched over my still life set-up. On Thursday he came into the house carrying a whole dead bird so I suppose I have to be grateful that nothing fell out of his mouth, but still. I need an undisturbed weekend in a frou-frou ho...