Art

I like Art. All sorts of Art. But my budget unfortunately doesn't accommodate for Art in what would be seen as an accommodating fashion.

I specially like the work of Michael Muir.

New Yorkers Herb and Dorothy Vogel liked Art too. The most incredible documentary was televised recently showing how they amassed some-thousands of pieces of modernist American art, storing it in their one-bedroom apartment before donating the whole priceless shebang to the National Gallery.

Their apartment was literally stacked to the ceilings with a myriad of works by American painters, sculptors and illustrators. They voraciously bought everything by living frugally and using their meagre librarian and postal worker wages.

I don't know who precisely Rodarte is/are but they've designed a range of high-end dresses featuring old-school Star Wars.

My boys would flip if I strolled over the threshold in one of these.

During my recent search for just-the-right industrial trestle table I came across this fabulous Wall Unit. 

Wall Units being another fixation of mine.

And in Literature, I am currently reading Kingsley Amis' One Fat Englishman which is too well written and just as amusing as Lucky Jim; Am half-way through Mr Foote's Other Leg, the story of 18th Century England's infamous, one-legged, dandy comedian; Just finished High Sobriety, the writings of an Age journalist who forewent alcohol for a year; And completed Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's. Haven't seen the movie and am not sure how well Audrey Hepburn could have fitted the role of Holly Golightly. But she obviously did.

And if you have children of primary school age and you don't have the below book on your shelves, well I'm afraid to say, there's something amiss.

And as for school, we're all back at it.

Getting slowly used to the 5:30am starts; the whole-scale lunch-making sessions; weekend sports;  weekday extra-curricula activities; bus catching; and myriad of school uniform requirements.

By God they look smart in their uniforms.

Milo.