salvage operation
The other day I expressed the aesthetic for my dream home: old Hollywood glamour with an industrial and rustic edge and French touches. Basically, anything that looks old, antique, vintage, European, luxe, and streamlined, but nothing too frilly. Pieces that look like they’ve seen it all, survived through dozens of owners’ lifetimes, and lived to tell the tale.
As I was fantasizing about what exactly this would look like, two websites seemed to materialize in front of my eyes: One Kings Lane and the Foundary. These curated home decor sales sites offer discounted prices on collections of handpicked items for a limited amount of time; all you have to do is sign up for a free membership to browse. And man, did I browse.
Out of the dozen or so sales that I sorted through, I found heaps of furnishings, art, lights, and decor that would fit perfectly into my ideal living space. They all look like pieces from an estate sale or flea market; possibly my favorite coffee table in the history of coffee tables is the one made out of an old door that looks a hundred years old. This haul consists of reclaimed wood, Belle Époque prints, gilded accessories, and a beautiful geometric mirror with a cool, unmistakable character.
If only I had a loft apartment with a forty-foot-high ceiling in Los Angeles and all the money in the world to spend… if only.
daydreams and precious prizes
On my recent trips to Polk St., I purchased a few home items with my dream apartment in mind. The aesthetic that I would love to achieve for my own home is old Hollywood glamour with an industrial, rustic edge and French touches. Gold and mirrors and reclaimed wood and beautiful, unique art. Cue the color. Luxe and lived in. Refined, elegant, whimsical, current. The bracelet (which my boyfriend bought for me when we were at Belle Cose) is vintage and very ’40s. Its sleek shape, golden luster and protruding rhinestones are all very inspiring. I’ve also accumulated a few new glossies, a kick-ass new lip pencil, and a journal that washes nostalgia over me in waves.
