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Blank Slate...Revisited

2008-12-03T17:05:00.006+01:00

So long long ago, I had this crazy idea to build up my terrace.

Mainly because of this view...

But an easy task it was not.

Here was the process...

And now onto the next project.

Self Defense

2008-09-08T23:05:00.019+02:00

Guest n°2

Cesarea (Shay-Zah-Ree-Ah)

Cesarea wasn't really invited to the party, but she came anyway. That was typical of her. I wouldn't say that Mads disliked Cesarea, but there were always moments that Mads found herself unknowingly squeezing her fists in stress/annoyance while speaking to her. It wouldn't be until the pain of her nails slicing into her hands became unbearable that she would realize just how wound up she was getting.

It wasn't because Ceserea was a nasty or cruel person in anyway. She was just overly defensive... About everything. You couldn't have a conversation with her without unexpectantly finding yourself backed into a corner.

Mads had been to her home once before and remembered it being so fitting. It was strangely warm and inviting, but the moment you relaxed and sat down it seemed to wake up and sound the alarms. Her home was a tricky little bastard because on the outside it seemed elegantly bold, yet sweet and passionate...but the moment you let your guard down it was there like a hawk ready to deafen you with its cry.

Elle Decor Italia May 2008

Rèussir son Habitat Aug/Sept 2008

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Mads was thinking desperately of a cordial way to greet Cesarea without pressing any buttons. Fortunately, Cesarea initiated things with a compliment,

"Wow Mads, you have really outdone yourself this time! The place is fabulous! I heard of all of the problems that came up during the reconstruction process...Gosh! You must be so happy its done! Happy and proud! Am I right?"

Compliments...Hmmm, this was going well. Mads breathed a sigh of relief,

"That is so sweet of you to say...And yes I am very happy and quite proud!"

The two exchanged Italian kisses and Mads, feeling quite good about her accomplishment and how the night was going in general, decided to engage in a little chit chat,

"And speaking of proud, you must be as well! We have all heard about your brother Matteo's new job position! Director of the Bentley? It's only the largest, most well known and prestigious hotel in all of Liguria..."

MAds hadn't even let the breath of the last word out when she knew that there was a problem. She could see it in Cesarea's face, and hear it in her suddenly flat voice,

"Why would we be proud? What is so exceptional about the situation that you would assume that we would be brimming with pride?"

Mads began running through the last 30 seconds of conversation, wondering where it had gone all wrong,

"No, I mean, I just think it is wonderful and inspiring that he would be appointed as Director of such an important establishment. He has certainly worked hard to get it"

"And we should be proud and overjoyed because my brother, who has been working in the hotel industry for half his life and who has been praised for his professionalism and ability to create atmospheres and balance budgets better than anyone else...We should be proud that he, the obvious choice in our minds, was finally given the opportunity that he deserves? Is that what you are saying?"

Mads was already beginning to loose sensation in at least 3 of her fingers on her right hand,

"All I am saying is that if I were you I would be very proud of my brother in this situation. I mean, he is blind, and this isn't exactly a normal situation"

"Oh! So my brother isn't normal just because he is blind? So you don't think blind people are capable of working the same as people with sight?!? How dare you assume he will fail before he has even finished signing his contracts! You know its people like you that create this kind of discrimination in the world....!"

"Okay, listen, I'm not sure where this went wrong but I was not judging your brother or predicting his failure. In all honesty, I'm just amazed at how many hurdles he has overcome and how well he has done up until now."

"The only hurdles he has are people like you! He has been doing this job for over 15 years!"

Mads decided to take a chance,

"Well, running a bed and breakfast and a multi million dollar 5 star hotel aren't exactly the same, in all fairness, Cesarea"

"Oh so your saying that because he is blind he wont be able to adjust to the slightly larger scale of operations?"

Understanding that this was going nowhere, but around and around in circles, thus missing any point to be made, Mads concluded what had started as such a nice conversation,

"Okay, you know what, never mind...Congratulations, again. Send my love to your brother and his wife. I hope she has been able to recover from her injuries..."

"What?!? So you think that just because he is blind he wont be able to take care of his wife who has lost the use of her legs and be successful and dedicated to his job? SCREW YOU! AND SCREW PEOPLE LIKE YOU! HOW DARE YOU THINK THAT THE BLIND CANT BE AS STRONG AND AS SUPERHUMAN AS THE REST OF US!

Hands bleeding, Mads gathered herself and walked away.

That Girl

2008-03-05T14:34:00.003+01:00

Guest n°1

Sandra.

Sandra opened her email with an anticipation that very rarely graced her life. She hadn't been to a real party in a long time. Back in the day she was the 'It Girl', but recently with work, life, stress and a relationship gone bad, she had slipped into a mundane existence that facilitated her arrival to Saturday morning when she could sleep-in and eat leftover pizza for breakfast.

She spent most of her time at home. Her house was her pride and joy, but I must say, in as much of an objective and non judgmental way as possible, that although quite nice...Well, there was always something just not quite right. The very good idea and attempt gone bad. But you couldn't tell Sandra that. Oh no! Not only had she needed a reality check for quite some time, but she also lavished herself in denial on a daily basis.

Well you be the judge...

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...Anyways...

It seemed to have taken forever for the file to download and when the slide-show began she smiled as memories of the event were refreshed. After 3 or 4 photos she began to get impatient. Where was she? You see, she had made a real effort that night. She had found a skirt that she had worn a few years back that had been daunted by others as 'The Killer Skirt That Sandra Got In Rome'. She wore it along with a new top she had bought for the occasion. She had taken a chance because the skirt was a bit shorter than she remembered and a bit tighter. But she was looking to leave an impact. She was looking to be remembered and that skirt was her ticket. And then her thoughts were interrupted by an image that almost stopped her heart. Finally there was a picture of her. But not the one she expected. Instead of looking like a diva dressed in Prada, she looked like a beached whale wrapped in a black plastic. And if the 1st photo stopped her heart, then the next three can be summarized by watching any 5 minutes of a WWE Smackdown highlights clip. Her ass seemed to expand exponentially in each photo. Sandra's palms began to sweat. How could this be possible? She wasn't fat. Fine, most of her clothes were a bit too tight, or too small all together, but that was only because her washer was old. She had bought a new one, and admittedly the problem didn't go away, but that was only because there was an electrical problem with the currents and fuses and whatever else is involved in home wiring. In fact, she already had an appointment scheduled with the electrician for next Tuesday.

And then her mind began to race...Maybe there was a problem with the camera. Or the monitor. Like when the wide screen came out and everyone looked like short fat chipmunks. Of course! It was the format of the photos! She quickly started the slide-show from the beginning to examine how others looked. The first person seemed completely normal, but she was like 20 years old and completely anorexic, so she didn't count. Then others popped up with smiles and decent figures. And then she saw herself again and the vomit creeped up the back of her throat.

Oh My God, She thought. I'm FAT. Its not the dryer or the cut or the fabric or the electricity. Its me! I'm fat and I squeezed my fat ass into a skirt that I should have never worn and I pranced around all night like I was a supermodel not even knowing that the stares weren't out of admiration, but of ridicule.

The embarrassment overwhelmed her.

Oh my God. I'm That Girl.

Wine, Water and Milk

2008-02-28T15:11:00.004+01:00

Mads wasn't a rude person by nature, but Simona had come at the wrong time. When she asked to stay a Mads house it was just 3 days before her Open House party, so suitcases and drama were not what she needed. She was already trying to find a solution to her current problem at hand.

She had less than 24 hours for the big reveal, and nothing was going according to plan. Not only had the guest list grown from 20 to 70 overnight, but it was raining out. Actually it wasnt just raining, it was POURING.

So while the rest of the world was moving in continuous motion, Mads hit a brick wall built of the following materials:

3 pounds of new computer, which unbeknownst to her, was not pre-mixed
10 tons of Windows Vista, which was not only defective, but not compatible with ANY OF THE OTHER MATERIALS ON SITE
6 crates of Cambridge Exams and no lorry to deliver them in time
At least 8 slabs of pre-cut flu...all of which fell off the crane and directly Mads head
4 invoices for photos that she couldn't use...that thus remain unpaid

And so time passed, faster than normal. But alas, Mads' ability to finally connect to the Internet and download the manual for her camera brings us two steps closer to a full reveal...

But Not Quite Yet

Until then, enjoy a few short stories about the guests...

Wine, water or milk. An evening of confusion, diversion, improvisation and laughter.

Wine, Water and Milk

2008-02-25T20:46:00.002+01:00

What I can tell you is that there was a party last night. I wont elaborate much until the photographer gets back to me with the photos.

BUT KNOW THIS:

There were enough characters in last nights event to keep this little blog going for years to come...

Chapters in the saga to look forward to...

Wine, Water and Milk
Say Hello
Who Brought the Lobster?
Ringing in My Ears
Dogs New Best Friend

Overdose and Implications

2008-02-18T17:16:00.022+01:00

Zikulman trotted down the stairs and Mads waited until she heard the slam of the iron doors before she proceeded up the stairs.

As she approached her apartment, she realized that her door was slightly opened. Fearing the worst after a string of burglaries in the past few months and being the proud parent of a completely useless dog, Mads dug into her bag for the illegal pepper spay she had bought on Ebay

Being a big fan of any detective/cops reality show, Mads assumed the position of spray out, safety clip released...And gave the front door a kick.

The entrance was normal...

Mads was about to step into her home when Simona crossed her path.

Simona was an old friend of hers meaning she had known her before moving to Italy. They had met during Mads undergraduate studies and shared a room in a co-op that should have been closed down years before.

Simona was an incredibly interesting person, but borderline annoying/insane. She was a modern hippie which meant that reality was not of particular importance to her.

Don't get me wrong, Mads is all for liberal thinking. She graduated from UC Berkeley and went at least 2 years without shaving her legs. But then she needed to get a job and pay the bills. Call her a sell-out, but if shaving her legs, washing her hair and putting on a suit meant that she no longer had a voice, then so be it.

Anyways, Simona comes from money. Ironically her family is in the oil business and while she refuses to accept a job from them, she has no problem accepting a monthly allowance. She justifies it by using the money to lead a cleansed life filled with organic food, herbs vs pharmaceuticals and regular retreats. Her home is also very green and earthy. It embodies the natural elements of the world in a very stylish and contemporary way.

Elle Decor Italia June 2007

Elle Decoration Austria Jan 2008

Elle Decor Italia Nov 2007

Elle Decor Italia June 2007

Elle Decor Italia Nov 2007

While loosing herself in the aura that is Simona's home, Mads was suddenly reminded of the situation at hand.

"Simona, what are you doing here?"

Simona smiled, cocked her head to the side and reached out to give Mads an Italian double kiss. Mads noticed the underarm hair peeking out of Simona's blouse and in an effort to avoid physical contact, took a quick step back and barked,

"Wait! Why was my door open?!?"

"Madonna!, I had to leave it opens. Ferre was a lot of negativity that need escaping. I needed to relax myself. Particularly in my condition"

Mads look of annoyance prompted additional comments from Simona

"I'm being so proud of you!"

"Proud? Why?!?"

"Yes, We Can! Yes, We Can!"

"Uhhhh...Are you referring to Obama?"

"Yes, I Am! Yes, I Am!"

"Okay...Okay...I get it. But what does that have to do with me?"

"Because you and your peoples will electing him and he will make America the better!"

"Me and my people?!?!"

"Yes! Barak peoples! You should all standing together! Just like wif da Martin Luther King!"

"Barak people?....Oh...Ok....I get it. You mean BLACK People. It's B-L-A-C-K. They are two different words, cara mia."

"Oh dear..."

Simona looked up pondering the mistake and mouthed out the spelling while using her index finger to write the two words in the air above her*

Mads, whose patience had completely run out not only with Simona but with the European OBSESSION with Obama, sharply cut into Simona's not so intellectual moment

"So, listen. Can you tell me exactly why you are here, minus the political commentary?

"Yes, I can"

Mads at this point wanting to assassinate Obama herself, let out a sigh of annoyance that obviously got Simona's attention.

"Okay, Bellissima amica mia, you know when you have sending me a Christmas card and you have been wrote that if I ever needed you I could always be counting on your friendship?"

"No, not really"

"Well, that's why I brought it just in case you had been forgetting. See? It's here! Guarda!"

Damn! Mads had stupidly written those words 3 years before.

"Well, now I am needing your help. And I am not BLACK, B-L-A-C-K, but I'm still a friend. So remember what it is meaning to saying Yes, We Can!"

With a long blink and the nod of her head, Mads gave Simona the OK to continue.

"Allora, I'm in pregnant. With Zikulman's baby. He have asked me to marry him, but our new house wont be ready for another in 3 months and the house I'm living now isn't correct for my condition"

Mads was slowly digesting the implications of this. Now it was clear why Moody Mitch was in such a good mood and why Sinthia was spitting fire just minutes before. Everything was starting to make sense and Mads was finding herself in the middle of it all. And then Simona's final request hit like a gong 2 centimeters from her ears...

"Can we come for staying with you? Just until we can be moving onto our place?"

Mads head cleared astonishingly fast. There was silence and the room came back into focus. And with a voice as clear as a pistol firing in the desert she replied,

"No, You Can't!!"

* This event actually took place. I can't make this kinda stuff up...

I Hate Thursdays

2008-02-14T20:55:00.004+01:00

As the Director of Studies I should be exempt from the 'Crap Classes'. The ones that give you more stress than gratification.

Put frankly, the ones with zit-faced, BO ridden, back talking pre-pubescent kids.

Somehow I got stuck with such class, and by 7pm Thursday Evenings, not only has all my make-up worn off, but my nerves are burnt to a crisp. Aside from the contraceptive like effects of spending 3 hours with 11-15 year olds, I rarely find any positive points.

But sometime between climbing the walls and aiming spitballs at the back of my head, one of my little 11-year old rugrats produced this:

I dont know why I love this letter. It just made me smile and laugh and kinda love this kid.

Until, of course, he puts crazy glue on my chair again.

I Remember

2008-02-10T03:39:00.001+01:00

I remember my life in America.

I remember the looks I would get. You don't belong here.

I remember walking to my friends house in Darien Connecticut and being repeatedly pulled over by the police and being repeatedly asked where I was going and who I worked for.

I remember food shopping when a woman cut in line. I remember my mother pointing it out and the woman responding, “Niggers think they own this place”. I remember wondering what the word Nigger meant but being too afraid to ask.

I remember being encouraged by my hippy English teacher to enter into a Shakespeare recitation contest. I remember preparing and pouring my heart into it. I remember an elderly woman with a sweet smile and silver hair coming up to me at the end and congratulating me on my bravery. I remember her looking me dead in my eyes, hands on both of my shoulders and telling me to go home and tell all of my friends about what I had done. She had assumed I was from the Ghetto. I was raised in private schools in Marin County California and Fairfield County Connecticut. I remember wishing she had just told me I had done a good job and left it at that.

I remember telling everyone my father was dead because I was too embarrassed to be just another Black kid who's father wasn't in her life.

I remember falling in love and being told that it was not suitable for me to be anything other than her son's friend. I then remember her smiling and offering me cookies.

I remember my mother telling me that I would have to work twice as hard as all the others. I remember her saying that while I will always be seen, I will never be recognized or rewarded. I remember her being right on far too many occasions.

I remember the surgeries, the pain, the seizures.

I remember giving up on it all.

I remember my mother by my side.

I cant do this.

Yes You Can.

I remember leaving this earth. It was not like they said. There was no light. It was calm and dark and I could hear the surgeons speaking

I cant stop the bleeding.

I cant control the pressure.

I remember thinking

Yes You Can.

And when I came back, I remember my mother words

You did it. I knew could.

I remember loosing all hope in America. I remember not caring anymore. I remember giving up, never to return home again.

Then I heard the words again...

Yes We Can.

And I heard the song and the speech and for a split second I stood in my stance, with my hands on my hips and head held high...

Because for the 1^st time EVER IN MY LIFE...

I was proud to be American. I was proud of my country. I was moved. I was fundamentally part of something that I was so far from. Part of a country I have always felt separated from.

I can put aside everything for a real movement. Those shivers that run up and down my spine are not those of fear. They are those of excitement.

There has been a vast aura of inspiration rotating recently.

People are fighting the odds.

The power to inspire.

Can you feel it?

Yes, I can.

He's So Cool

2008-02-01T15:29:00.001+01:00

He was still at least two floors up, but the smell and smoke from his cigarette was already bitch slapping MAds in the face. She let out a little cough, just to clear her throat. Before she saw a face she heard his voice again,

" You are so pre-dic-table, you know."

Without even being able to get a remark off, Pierre Zikulman swung around the banister with a tilted head and a sly smile. He greeted MAds with a cigarette in hand and a delicate point in her direction, "I sink it was you zat brought zis re-vo-lu-tion of anti-smoke to Europe, wiz your Stupid little cough and Ugly dis-a-pro-val!....Am I bozering you?" The final words punctuated by a long drag on the newly lit fag.

MAds was about to Give The Speech but then decided that rolling her eyes and muttering an effective Whatever would suffice.

You see, Pierre Zikulman was that stereotypical Frenchman that has pretty much ruined it for all French people internationally. He was arrogant, self righteous, a little stinky, and always over eager to insult a person in the most mundane of circumstances. Having said that, he was also a very successful fashion photographer which allowed him to travel extensively and, unfortunately, perpetuate the stereotype on innocent and defenseless nations.

His success also allowed him the pleasure of beautiful residences in the top fashion cities in the world. My favorite is his eclectic flat in Milan. Dark and heavy like the winter fog or the summer heat...But with a punch of creativity and spirit that will always keep him and this city one step ahead of the rest. Combine this over exaggerated French ego-centric arrogant attitude with that level of style and you get this knockout apartment

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This room put him on the map. As with his photography your eye is shocked and drawn as if he is whispering in your ear where to look next. Its a maze and in some kind of complicated code you follow and are able to decipher the message and reach the end without any missed turns.

AD Italia 2007

As you can see Zikulman takes every opportunity he gets to showcase his work...and himself.

Elle Decoration Austria 2008

And his inspiration room is right out of left field. He claims the colour and vibrance take him to another level of creativity in the house. The other rooms just hint at what can be possible...He says that this one screams it.

Man, he is so cool.

But why is he back after such a long absence? Who called him and what does he want?...

Spiralling Out of Control

2008-01-31T22:59:00.000+01:00

Previously on Cabella Place...

Moody Mitch, ex-husband of Sinthia, warns MAds of drama brewing in Cabella Place. MAds has no idea what to expect when she walks into the building, but figures it may have to do with Sinthia who has the penthouse apartment and is not exactly one to avoid controversy.

It could, however, also involve Madison, who although annoyingly perfect, not immune to skeletons hiding in her closet. But Madison is currently out of town working on her screenplay at her country house while attempting to avoid the watchful and sometimes perverse eyes of Mr & Mrs Franshpipal. Plus, the voices MAds hears are coming from the the top floor. One is definitely that of Sinthia, the other is distinctly familiar, but not recognizable.

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Daniel Schwabe

MAds Looks up the staircase hoping to get a glimpse of something. She is carrying a plastic shopping bag filled with groceries which is crinkling and crunching, making her spy/ninja walk completely useless.

Voices turn to screeches, doors slam and then the sound of footsteps and random mutterings reveal just exactly who is involved...

The Authentic Expat

2008-01-31T01:55:00.005+01:00

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I will close my eyes and go to this zenly tranquil place when people say really ridiculous things. Yes they are ridiculous because I asked my husband and he told me that I was right. He wasnt looking at me and his nose was in his motorcycle magazine, but he said it, so its true.

So I went too far suggesting that expats should just go to Las Vegas instead of moving to metropolitan cities like Rome, Paris, NY, Tokyo and London. My point was that it was a joke for expats to live in these places and then think they are experts or spokespersons for such and such country.

I have lived all over the world and the one friend you know who speaks the language fluently, doesn't have an expat contract with housing, furniture, insurance etc allocations (or rich enough to live anywhere) and plans to live in that place until the day they die does not compare to the 150 I know who have 2 year contracts, no roots or ties, and absolutely no intention of doing anything more than taking advantage of this incredible experience.

Okay, I'm done.

You know I'm not

Party people, weigh in...

Can expats live authentically on foreign soil?

Blank Slate

2008-01-27T14:35:00.000+01:00

Okay party people. Challenge time.

I have this terrace. It's about 25 square meters (I'm too lazy to figure out what that is in square feet)

I've been living in this building for about 4 years but I'd been so obsessed with the reconstruction of the house (lived with no hot water for a year!), the layout and making it a relax zone, that I didn't really put any effort into the terrace. In all honesty, I'm still considering if it is even worth the trouble. Let's look at the situation...

Cons:

1. It's not attached to the house. You have to walk up 2 flights of stairs to get to it.
2. It's unprotected and we can get very high winds in the area. I'd have to sort out what would be structurally safe.
3. I cant build a fixed structure that is closed on any of its sides. Just gazebo-like open structures, so as to avoid any building violations.
4. Since I cant close off any of the sides I have neighbors who have direct views= No Privacy...Trees/plants maybe? But there is the wind factor...

Pros:

1. The View...

Behind the castle tower is Portofino.
Oh my God...I live next to a castle and I have a view of Portofino!

This is an example of what others have done. I intend to step it up a notch.
Check out my uninterrupted view of the city and the Mediterranean sea.

2. Little Eva would have her own private park (which would be very spoiled of her as we live 10 minutes from Righi where she goes running every day)

So what's your vote? Put time and effort into this or not?

If so, give me some suggestions on the who what when where and how. I need a spring board people...

THINK!

'Drawers' in Light

2008-01-26T14:56:00.001+01:00

Apartment Therapy has got this new theme of light going on.

I'm not the sharpest in the bunch, so I couldn't figure out how to submit this photo to the contest. As a result, I've decided to run my own little show!

• Title: 'Drawers' in Light
• Location: Liguria, Italy (My stairwell looking into courtyard)
• Your Name: MAds
• Short description: 'Drawers' is us black folks name for underwear (pronounced draws). So if you read the title correctly it should be Draws in Light.

Funny side note: Those are my uncle's (by marriage) underwear!

Table Manners

2008-01-26T12:04:00.000+01:00

I think I would have much better table manners, and my husband would certainly eat with his mouth closed if we had Fine China like this...

All taken in the Imperial Silver Collection Museum, Vienna Austria

Window Shopping in Milan

2008-01-26T11:35:00.001+01:00

PRADA Display, Milan November 2007

Dissed and Dismissed

2008-01-25T17:03:00.000+01:00

(link)

Okay, back to Plan A. Which is a good thing because this little 'distraction' has left some overesights in the past week that need tending to.

Plus, Plan B has now been replaced with the following proposal:

After the final exam session (mid June 2008), enroll in a distance Interior Design program in London. I would need to go each month to present my projects. Thats not a prob as it takes an hour and a half and with Ryanair at a cost of around 70euro, its very do-able.

So who needs LV and a jet-setter lifestyle, when Ive got that!

Where you at?

2008-01-21T18:24:00.001+01:00

Seeing as how I live in Europe and all is just a drive away, Ive booked this insane B&B in France for Easter. The description alone is making me giddy...

The crusader kingdom heralded the creation of the military orders.
The priory is the former residence of the commander of the knights of Saint John competitors but also spiritual brothers of the templars located in a quiet and authentic countryside refined and serene the priory offers you a perfect blend of French and Asian traditions reflecting the owner’s Asian antiques trading.

LE PRIEURE DE SACQUENAY :

In the former Residence of the Commander of the Knights of Saint John, a spacious groundfloor offering two family guest rooms : private entrance, one large bedroom featuring a queensize bed and an 18th century chinese bed, the other a very confortable twin. New private bathroom and toilets. The second level offers a large combined lounge/dining with kitchen. Breakfast is served in the stone walled Priory, beside the monumental Renaissance fireplace. Refined and serene atmosphere.

All that and only 80euro/night

BE THERE.

Inspiration

2008-01-20T14:51:00.000+01:00

I've been lacking in inspiration recently. I asked for help. I got none.

So I thought.

Then my best friend impressed me more than he will ever know. Plan A. Read it.

(M. in his element)

He is my biggest supporter. My purest love. My other self. And he is now, once again, my n. 1 hero.

Chris and I will find a way to build with you.

Can I Be Any More Annoyed?

2008-01-17T20:57:00.000+01:00

Seriously. I dont think I could be any more annoyed than I am right now.

Okay, you know in High School when you had a friend who lied about another friend and created a ton of drama and then pretended that nothing was her fault while your other innocent friend got screwed over?
You know the one who you continue to despise although you completely appreciate the fact that we are adults now and she is probably not the same. But still you continue to resent her because every now and again you run into her on the street or hear about her from a friend, or whatever, and those forgotten feelings resurface?

Well for me Chloë Sevigny is that person

And I cant even hate her openly because then I get all this flap about just being jealous. Listen to me very carefully

I KNEW HER BEFORE SHE WAS FAMOUS. I DIDN'T LIKE HER THEN AND I DON'T LIKE HER NOW.

And this smile by the way...

She would spend absurd amounts of time in front of the mirror practicing it and then would ask us if it was right or not.

But Okay, she's got a quirky funky style that can be noted and she's done some flicks. Acting? Well she got nominations. Personally, I cant sit through any of her stuff and By The Way, even I have done a film with Woody Allen, so don't let any of her rubbing shoulders with the big boys distract you. Fine...I didn't have any actual lines, but he told me to move twice and I'm clearly in the shot with him, which I consider valid co-star status.

But all the acting and past aside, I'm currently seeing red for one reason and one reason only...

unbeknownst to me, I have been lovingly adoring her home and even booked marked it in my Inspiration File. It wasn't until I was organizing the photos that I actually read the saved title and realized it was her home.

That's so annoying. But Damn. It is kinda nice, isnt it?

Bitch.

Interview

2008-01-15T23:27:00.000+01:00

So my interview for...

...is on Friday. On the US website 'casual business' is listed under office attire. But I'm going for an HR managerial position (not a sales position in a shop, pleeeaaaaassse!) in Italy. So I'm thinking of going Diva Casual. I just made that up, so I'm not sure what it means. Not a suit, but not jeans either.

Something like this?

All Black with a big bag that pops?...

...Or simple with a jacket that stands out?

...Or the classic Black and White?

...Or what about bold and carefree like this?

all photos from the brilliant Sartorialist

And whats the rule on wearing the label to the interview? Should I absolutely avoid wearing anything LV? I mean, if someone came to my office wearing anything with my company's name on it, I would write them off as a completely challenged.

Input please!!!

Thievin' Hevin' Part II

2008-01-15T00:45:00.000+01:00

Again. At a loss of words.

This is fashion at its perfection.
Penis bump and all.

Sartorialist

Thievin' Hevin' Part I

2008-01-15T00:27:00.000+01:00

Its very rare that I get inspired to the point of literal cut and paste, but today it happened. It happened twice, in fact, making me wonder if I have entered into a rut, or if I have used up all my originality tokens.

But alas, Apartment Therapy has just organized, in a convenient slideshow, the basic thesis of the Torriglia House. While I wanted the project to be 'mine', my very first total renovation...The fact of the matter is that I am going to do my best to duplicate this home. Thats it.

Enter Slideshow

They said...

2008-01-06T16:35:00.000+01:00

They Said This Day Would Never Come....

Ok, fine. Works much better when Obama says it, but it's the effect I'm going for here.

Sooooo, Finally the dining room is DONE!!! (Applause)
The photos don't really do the final product justice, so the three people that actually read this blog will just have to come over for dinner and experience it for reals.

BEFORE

AFTER

Elongated the curtain rod to open things up and got rid of the dead space on either side of the window. Painted the table in a high gloss and took out the extra leafs. Used Mossy plants as coco+kelley suggested.

BEFORE

AFTER

Incorporated orange (to get rid of the drab mono-colour scheme) and more mossy plants and glassware at various heights. All thanks to coco+kelley...Just check out her blog if you dont know about it already!

BEFORE

AFTER

Its busy, but I love it! The orange runner really brings out the antique dresser.

BEFORE

AFTER (option 1)

AFTER (option 2)

Okay, this corner was the biggest challenge. I had bought this chest on a whim before I really knew how I wanted to reconstruct the apartment. When I put it in the room I hated it and wanted to kick myself for buying something I couldn't use. But I loved it so much that I was determined (okay, obsessed) with finding a spot for it to not only function, but Pop! You cant see it so well here, but I'm obnoxiously giddy over the results. Its fuckin' great. But I cant decide which I prefer, the white vases or the lacquered bowl with Japanese Balls. Input please!

Plus, If any of you can identify this chest, I'll be your best friend. Okay, maybe not your best friend, but I'll be less judgmental of you in general. All I know is that it's Louis something...

Stay tuned for the Next Challenge....

King of Cool

2007-12-28T02:30:00.000+01:00

In loving memory of my Papa
1921-2007

Vienna

2007-12-27T22:27:00.000+01:00

Leave for Vienna tomorrow. It better fucking snow because I had to dish out 350euro for snow chains!

What I was last to find out was that with the Mini Cooper D, you cant just grab the cheap set of snow chains. Noooooo, You have to get special ones to fit the special tires. Thats so absurd. But I love my car, so I'm just going to let it go.

I still haven't packed or anything related to leaving town for 10 days, but I have about 4 hours tomorrow morning to stress about that. As for my Timberlands...Looks like they will see another winter holiday...

So, since I wont be able to stalk my fav blogs, don't be surprised to see your hits drop drastically. But mid January I'll be back and will be sure not to let any of you down!

Happy New Year!

Dear Winter Boots

2007-12-27T12:30:00.000+01:00

Dear Boots,

Please arrive today or tomorrow. You see, I ordered you for my trip to Vienna and I leave on Saturday. You boast of being made of fine leather and lined with real shearling. You come from a little French Boutique where I also spent too much on Cashmere scarves, hats gloves and socks. You were supposed to arrive today, but the shop hasn't called yet. Please don't let me down dear Boots. You are a part of my New Fashion Sense. Please don't send me on another Winter Holiday in my Timberlands. In St Petersburg I was embarrassed walking into the Mariinsky Theatre. In Munich they squeaked while walking around Ludwig Castle.

Please Boots, Help me be a better person.

Full Relax

2007-12-26T23:01:00.000+01:00

I have a Full Relax Zone.

After a long day at work.
When I'm Frustrated.
When I'm Cold.
I come here.

I love that I have this. I love that music flows. I love that the lights dim.

I love you Bathroom. I love me for thinking you up, but I love you more for listening, comforting and keeping me warm.

I love you especially today. Today you gave me a full spa treatment in less than an hour and a half. Today I kicked off my boots and transformed myself. Today You made me love you more.

I Am So Relaxed. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.

Christmas w/ MAds

2007-12-25T18:55:00.001+01:00

All Thanks to Brooke a.k.a. the Black Martha Stewart

New Year's Resolutions

2007-12-25T00:38:00.000+01:00

Now that I've had some time to digest the news of my husband's partnership in his law firm and my newfound wealth, I think I'm finally able to put my New Year's resolutions into writing.

Never miss a payment again for the Kenyan Kids I sponsor to go to school.
Step Things Up A Notch
Buy 10 things in 100% Cashmere (Actually, I can cross this off my list. I got a little crazy in a very nice boutique)
Go to the hairdressers and sort my shit out.
Get a better sense of style. Very connected to the idea of stepping things up a notch. I look good, but I could look soooo much better if I'd just put some effort in.
Be nicer to my mom. Okay, be more tolerant of my mom. Okay, find a way to get my mom out of my house and into her own apartment so she can stop driving me crazy and my husband I can start having sex again.
Sort out my husband's style. He is a partner now and almost all of our friends are loaded/nobles. Its time to retire the Old Navy Jeans...
Bring it hard to my job.
Write more and think less
Start the Torriglia House Project

If you haven't got your list together, get it done.

Decorno made me do it

2007-12-15T02:12:00.000+01:00

Okay, Decorno opened her mouth about summer 2008 and the next thing I knew I was sending a deposit on an apartment.

Destination: Croatia

Reason: Its one of the most beautiful places I've visited.

Its worth mentioning that my husband and I are completely against going to the same country twice. Having said that, we went to Croatia last summer, swam and snorkeled in crystal blue water, sunbathed nude on deserted beaches and ate fresh fish like pigs for 25euro together. And we did it all in mid August smack dab in the middle of peak season. Did I mention we can even get there by car?

Plus, where else can you get an apartment like this...

And have a 360degree view from the terrace like this...

Of things like this...

All for less than 500euro? Nowhere. At least no place as safe, clean and accessible.

Croatia is hot. If you have the chance, Go. If you don't, know that you are seriously missing out.

PS I've rented the annex. The main house which sleeps 2 in the bedroom and 2 on a sofa bed is still available and is also quite nice.

Bad Ass

2007-12-13T13:43:00.001+01:00

My new creation...

The Self Proclaimed Bad Ass

Only the Bad Ass need apply.

Italy Rocks!

2007-12-12T07:48:00.000+01:00

There.

I Said It Again.

You'll See

2007-11-20T22:50:00.000+01:00

Yesterday evening I saw Moody Mitch kinda skipping down the street. Confused, I took a closer look and noticed that he was not only skipping, but also grinning from ear to ear. As he approached he stopped in front of me, put his hands on his hips and leaned back with a cynical smile. So, you know, I took a photo. I mean, I've never seen the guy smile before and if he does become a famous artist, this could be just the thing I needed to jump start that savings account I keep talking about.

(Flickr Find)

His aura of happiness prompted my inquiry

"What's going on?"

"You'll see." Mitch replied overly satisfied and scooched past me to continue down the street.

I looked up at my gorgeous building to see if I could identify anything out of the ordinary.

Unable to reach a conclusion, and very curious at this point, I walked up to building's main entrance and unlocked the iron doors...

As I entered I heard voices. Voices that I recognized. Voices that spelled trouble.

Spin it

2007-11-18T23:19:00.000+01:00

Mitch is a moody man. He calls himself an artist. Whatever. He's moody and he has a chip on his shoulder. He also thinks that a conspiracy lies behind everything. Some say that after 4 years of marriage to Sinthia he has become sullen and bitter. I say he's just a big fat baby who needs to be the center of attention, and when he's not, somehow the world is against him.

Anyway, now that he has got his own apartment, instead of 'Popping' he is the kind of guy that likes to create environments where nothing has more potential than the things or people around him. That way nothing in particular is ever expected of him and if, on the off chance, he does come up with something brilliant to say, it would stand out and chime. I guess that's why this room works so well for him...

(Elle Decor Italia Nov 2007)

Now don't get the impression that I'm anti-dark because I'm not. My good friend Jasmine does the dark thing and her place is great.

(Elle Decor Italia Sept 2007)

I mean, if Mitch weren't so busy being bitter, he could pull something off like this in his place too. Its all a matter of spinning things. In life and in decor.

(Elle Decor Italia Nov 2007)

Plus, don't forget that my inspiration room was way dark, and way inspirational.

Stereotypes

2007-11-17T13:44:00.000+01:00

Stereotypes suck. They really do. But this is sooooo true.

It took a while, but this is why I've come to love Italy.

Thanks LallaLydia !

The Diva

2007-11-07T00:33:00.000+01:00

Sinthia, daughter of Mr and Mrs Franshpipal, has never been discreet. I know this because she lives 2 floors above me and has been known for her wild parties and wilder tantrums. She is loud and extravagant and she always makes it a point to stand out. No matter where she is or who she is with, she always seems to find a way to distinguish herself from others. She has never blended in with the background, but instead always 'Popped'. Yes, I guess you could say she has that 'Pop' factor to her that instantly makes her an interesting person. So interesting, in fact, that even though she can drive you up the wall at times, you still find yourself drawn to her.

Her home is the same. Each element is distinct and stands out from the others while continuing to work well with its surroundings.

(Bijou Kaleidoscope)

(Maison Francaise Sept 2007)

Aside from being a Popper, she has always been the kind of person who has said exactly what was on her mind. She is so hardcore, she doesn't even need to open her mouth to do this. She can just look at you, in that way, and the message is crystal clear. She got this strength from her parents...And that's just about the only thing she got.

Now I'm no geneticist, but I've seen enough episodes of CSI to know that if both of your parents are short, stubby and have heads full of black bushy hair, the likeliness of producing a tall, slender, blond-haired, blue-eyed child is not exactly high. Normally I wouldn't stick my nose into other peoples business, but I heard that when Sinthia was about 6 years old, a distinctive Swedish man came and took her away for an entire summer. Mr and Mrs Franshpipal claim that she had been away at a summer camp for 'gifted children', but I never bought that for a minute. I mean, everyone knows going away to 'gifted kids school' is just code for 'got knocked up and have to hide the baby'. And since she was only 6 years old at the time, Mr and Mrs Franshpipal really need to think about opening another family business because selling all that crack just isn't working anymore...

Aw Shucks!

2007-11-06T00:13:00.001+01:00

Big shout out to Desire to Inspire for posting up my home in Living it up in Liguria. She was really way too nice.

I didn't pay her...I SWEAR!!!

Plus, a huge thanks to coco+kelley and suggestions from Mélanie . The new dining room is almost ready.

Until then, I have tons of other characters to introduce. They are all based on images that inspire me, people I know and situations that come to mind. I mean, why just say how a room makes you feel when you can take it a step further and create the people who live in them. Makes sense to me.

Much love,

MAds

PS Cassandra, dont even think you are done with the dining room, there is still the tv wall to sort out, little lady!

Built to Last

2007-11-05T21:40:00.000+01:00

Across the way from Madison's beautiful country home live an elderly couple originally from France. Their names are Mr and Mrs Franshpipal and although in their mid eighties, both are as strong as mules. They are also guilty of consistently spying on Madison (hence the need to put up that great fabric). I wouldn't say that they were perverts, but I have on more than one occasion caught Mrs Franshpipal staring at a baguette in an uncomfortably disturbing way.

Anyway, Mr and Mrs Franshpipal moved to the Italian countryside just after the Second World War. Rumor has it that they bought the house with bars of pure gold that they had been hiding under their apartment building during the German occupation. Now I'm not one to speculate or gossip, but I heard that they hadn't actually retrieved what was theirs, but had instead stumbled upon the gold while trying to dig out (with their bare hands) a secret passage under their building. You see, from what I could gather, before the war they were as poor as poor could be and that tripping over the gold was no different than the 'Beverly Hillbillies' striking oil. I also heard that they had found no less than 20 bars of pure gold and that the two of them, using only their hands and their brute strength, lugged all those bars of gold in one single trip across the French border and into the Italian village where they still reside today.

I only mention this because now they are quite rich and with that money they have painstakingly restored their manor with all its original features and then some. Now I personally have only been in the front entrance which leads to the ground floor bathroom, and even those areas were no short of impressive.

They were exactly like this...

(Maison Francaise Sept 2007)

This dark and heavy wood and iron really portray Mr and Mrs Franshpipal very well. It is sturdy and planted like the old couple. It has also stood the test of time, something the Mr and Mrs know much about. But most importantly, it is also very secretive and mysterious. Behind all those strong and fortified exteriors you just know that there must be millions of secrets hiding. I mean honestly, how did they really get all that gold across the border on their own...?

In a land far far away...

2007-11-05T01:14:00.000+01:00

...there is a really sexy girl...no, Woman...named Madison. She has long legs that never need to be shaved because God gave her the gift of great hair where she wants it and no hair where she doesn't. She is also super intelligent which allows her to have a high powered job that doesn't cause her any stress because she is insanely able to delegate, negotiate, manipulate and obliviate all obstacles. Plus, she is a killer dresser and has such an organized closet that she doesn't even need to plan outfits. She can just wake up 20 minutes before leaving, pull a couple of things out of the wardrobe and with a wash of the face and brush of the teeth she is ready to go. Oh! Silly me forgot to mention that she has such flawless golden skin and naturally rosed glossy lips that make-up is something she has never needed to bother with. And I didn't mention any hair routines because she has natural curls that just bounce bounce bounce.

Anyway, She has also got an amazing country house...No, seaside house...No, no, country house with a covered back porch that looks a lot like this...

(Elle Decor Italia June 2007)

She decided to string this wonderful fabric up for two reasons.

The first was that the windows were exposed to the neighbors who were desperately and constantly trying to get a peep at Madison's perfect body

And the second reason was that they were a reflection of herself. They were crazy and wacky in such a perfect kind of way.

Wow, That Madison sure has got style!

My little bad habit

2007-11-03T10:53:00.000+01:00

My husband and I have a 4-1/2 year old problem. We are completely obsessed with our dog. Everyone tells us to just have kids already, but we don't want kids. We have Eva and she is enough. Yeah, you heard right. I choose an animal over a child. Got kids? Good for you...I dont...Good for me.

Recently Desire to Inspire posted some photos of peoples dogs on sofas and chairs. They were cute and funny and I immediately thought of my Eva. Then I said "Mads, get over yourself. They have got tons of photos from other people. They dont need yours"

I forgot about it (not really) and woke up this morning and went straight for my camera.

And so, here they are...

Eva on a Chair

Eva on the Sofa

The Dark Side

2007-11-02T03:50:00.001+01:00

If I had the space I would create a room like this...

(Elle Decor Italia Nov 2007)

These colours are boldly relaxing and the room is so warm. Dark but not gloomy. I was dreaming about how wonderful these colours were and thinking of where I could incorporate them into my own home when it hit me..

I already have those colours!

I had used the idea of this colour scheme in my kitchen and after reading the article in Elle Decor Italia, fell in love with the colours (and my kitchen) even more.

The colour schemes are these...

(Elle Decor Italia Nov 2007)

And here is my kitchen...

Yet another example of me having no idea what I'm doing but somehow managing to put two and two together...

MAds

Climbing the Walls

2007-11-02T00:21:00.000+01:00

This is Ingenious...

(Elle Decor Italia Nov 2007)

This is designer free climb wall in a gym in Japan. They used picture frames, bird cages, side tables, etc to create a free climb wall. This is exactly what I love (and miss) about Tokyo. You can literally find anything and everything imaginable and unimaginable. But this...This is just plain GENIUS.

Bunkamadison

2007-11-01T23:54:00.000+01:00

BunkaMadison was a concept I came up with years ago while living in Japan. The idea was to take my life, my experiences and my curiosity and infuse it into various cultures. 'Bunka' meaning culture in Japanese, allowed me to experience night when it was day and day when it was night. If you have ever spent an extended period of time in Asia, specifically Japan, you may know what I mean...

And so, 3 countries later I find myself living in Italy with a whole new wealth of Bunka to bathe in...and a love of interior design.

The mission:

To share my home reconstruction, the beauty of my city, the interesting inspirations I come across, and the insane situations I find myself in.

And to do it all in a positive and productive way.

Much love from Liguria

MAds