Flicking through an interiors magazine or browsing a blog, your eyes scan over perfect homes and effortlessly styled pages, everything is stunning, everything is aspirational.
Every so often, however, do you find you will look twice at an image, however fantastical the space and however far removed from your life it is, and see an instant or a moment within that image where it feels like home? As though you can see yourself standing over that sink staring up into the street through the foliage. Or you are walking across that floor on a still summers day when the wind blows back the curtain.
Of course this is subjective, my ideas of home are not the same as yours, but I just wanted to share a few images from Marie Claire Maison that spoke to me. Maybe its the extreme stillness of these particular images. Almost as though the room wasn’t aware it was being photographed at that moment.
Countdown to New York 16 days to go…Bleecker Street
The first visit
Windswept
