Gates, like doors, are also portals to buildings- homes, places of worship, offices, etc. They are meant to instill reverence, fear and intimidation, awe, or delicate beauty as you pass through them. In Vilnius, they are often made of masonry or iron, adorned with frescoes and curled metal symbols, and only hint at the secrets that lie within.
Category > Interior Inspiration
Portals of Vilnius
Welcome back to my obsessions- doors and windows. These are some of my doors, photographed all throughout Vilnius on my recent trip there. Some look like little portals for gnomes, others, entrances for giants straight from the slightly creepy Lithuanian fairie tales my father used to read to me as a child. But from the most simplistic shed door to the most ornate wood cathedral thresholds, they are truly all feats of architectural craftsmanship.
People living in pink houses shouldn’t throw stones
Having arrived in Vilnius just in time for a Lithuanian Christmas with my sister, I was greeted by the rosy tint of several cheerful buildings. All its missing is Skipper and Ken and the matching pink car.
Kate and Alley
Artist Unknown
Random Alley off WSH, Greenwich Village, NYC.
I cannot remember for the life of me whether I posted this or not, but itsa’ sooo nice, soo nice, I posted ita’ twiiiiice!
From Slippers to Stilettos…
Nothing like finding your old school I.D. to make you feel ancient. A solid 10 years behind me, I am returning to F.I.T., having gone from snot-nosed fashion student to full-fledged faculty. I’ve been planning my outfits in my head for months, trying to fashionably adapt a Hot-For-Teacher crossed with a sexy librarian look, but sadly, its raining and humid, and I’m just not feeling the wool-blend pencil skirt today.
Like a Lightsaber
through a stormy, stormy sky… that’s what the colors dreamily bring to mind. I helped hang this painting in my friend Charlie’s apartment this past week, and I have to admit, I love its contrast against the soft black/light grey wall.
Astaire Does It Again
I cant get over the man in the happy feet whipping the floor with his light feet dancing over its surface with the grace of an ice-dancer…..I’m speaking about Mr. Fred Astaire, of course, and watching The Band Wagon today. Cyd Charisse (** Mental note to change my Starbucks coffee name to that) is a [...]
Sweet Sunset, Salty Libations
We celebrated my collections’ debut with libations at Tortilla Flats this evening, in the form of an ice-cold, salty margarita. You can’t image what a velvet Elvis painting can do for a girl.
