This week was fine. Here’s my top five.
We put the tree up this weekend and it’s looking too metallic because I went crazy on soviet baubles last year—uranium glass gherkins, a bulb of garlic, and something that’s either a red pepper or a human heart. They’re cool, but I’m trying to counterbalance the shimmer with matt paper decs without to verging into Paperchase territory. The answer is Dresden tree ornaments from ebay. This one is a clown, or maybe it’s Punch of and Judy notoriety.
I should say here that an unmatch-y tree takes a lifetime, and I have committed to that enduring endeavour. To truly nonchalantly decorate a tree, you need to buy like two things a year, based on your taste that year, and sit back and wait for middle age’s actualised eclecticism.
The industrial globe celling lights at Bistroteque make me want to start a seedy hotel in a good way. The green light is just weird enough, and just chic enough. It’s a bit like the chill out room at a rave, where you take respite from the strobes. I want this in my hallway so I can feel like I’m swimming through 70s jelly on the way to the loo. The green has nothing to do with Brat or Wicked, which might be the best thing about it.
Urgh, I do not need another cupboard, but I do need this aubergine lacquer cupboard. I don’t have anything that needs housing, so I guess I’d fill it with dreams? I don’t have floor space so this would have to function as an annoyingly impractical kitchen island. Need this cupboard biblically. Also, the little v-space underneath is kinda horny, no?
Just sent a bunch of these out as thank-yous to clients, but also held some back for myself.
The most annoying thing about being a man is wearing trousers all the time. There’s two summer months when your legs are shorted and free and then it’s back to trousers in autumn. You can’t wear a nice dress to holiday parties. Or nice tights. Or show off your grey socks and leather mules. It’s a travesty.
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It’s a lifetime achievement! “To truly nonchalantly decorate a tree, you need to buy like two things a year, based on your taste that year, and sit back and wait for middle age’s actualised eclecticism.”