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. . . shall always adore white, light-flooded rooms for the understated beauty and feeling of serenity they invoke, but truth be told, am a maximalist at heart, bits of boarding passes and foreign currency tucked away in pretty boxes, every issue of every magazine overflowing from shelves and coffee tables and so, fell completely for everything about these rooms -- the charming mix of tray and glass tables, warm and rich orange, pink & turquoise intermingled with soft sable and flowers everywhere, walls of artwork and paneling and molding, luxurious ruching, tassels and pleats -- everything working perfectly together as if part of a beautiful and unwinding story . . .{images: hamish bowles' paris apartment, photography by françois halard for world of interiors, scans via flickr}
. . . summertime always reminds me of warm & woodsy earth tones, shades of chardonnay and riverside moss, mediterranean olive and dusky taupe, and the colour of early morning mist, lush and languid and perfect complements for crashing waves and sunkissed skin . . .
. . . shall always adore white, light-flooded rooms for the understated beauty and feeling of serenity they invoke, but truth be told, am a maximalist at heart, bits of boarding passes and foreign currency tucked away in pretty boxes, every issue of every magazine overflowing from shelves and coffee tables and so, fell completely for everything about these rooms -- the charming mix of tray and glass tables, warm and rich orange, pink & turquoise intermingled with soft sable and flowers everywhere, walls of artwork and paneling and molding, luxurious ruching, tassels and pleats -- everything working perfectly together as if part of a beautiful and unwinding story . . .
