“Everything that is known has already happened. To operate only within the confines of the known creates attachment to certainty, and although this may produce a false sense of comfort and security, it actually inhibits emotional, person, and spiritual evolution.”—Deepak Chopra
I think of an unforgettable vision of darkness I once had when I took a friend from Tokyo to the old Sumiya teahouse in Kyoto. I was in a large room, the “Pine Room” I think, since destroyed by fire, and the darkness, broken only by a few candles, was of a richness quite different from the darkness of a small room. As we came in the door, an elderly waitress with shaven eyebrows and blackened teeth was kneeling by a candle behind which stood a large screen. On the far side of the screen, at the edge of the little circle of light, the darkness seemed to fall from the ceiling, lofty, intense, monolithic, the fragile light of the candle unable to pierce its thickness, turned back as from a black wall. I wonder if my readers know the color of that “darkness seen by candlelight.” It was different in quality from darkness on the road at night. It was a repletion, a pregnancy of tiny particles like fine ashes, each particle luninous as a rainbow. I blinked in spite of myself, as though to keep it out of my eyes.
Smaller rooms are the fashion now, and even if one were to use candles in them one would not get the color of that darkness; but in the old palace and the old house of pleasure the ceilings were high, the skirting corridors were wide, the rooms themselves were usually tens of feet long and wide, and the darkness must always have pressed in like a fog. The elegant aristocrat of old was immersed in this suspension of ashen particles, soaked in it, but the man of today, long used to the electric light, has forgotten that such a darkness existed. It must have been simple for specters to appear in a “visible darkness,” where always something seemed to be flickering and shimmering, a darkness that on occasion held greater terrors than darkness out-of-doors. This was the darkness in which ghosts and monsters were active, and indeed was not the woman who lived in it, behind thick curtains, behind layer after layer of screens and doors — was she not of a kind with them? The darkness wrapped her round tenfold, twentyfold, it filled the collar, the sleeves of her kimono, the folds of her skirt, wherever a hollow invited. Further yet: might it not have been the reverse, might not the darkness have emerged from her mouth and those black teeth, from the black of her hair, like the thread from the great earth spider?
”—from In Praise of Shadows by Jun’ichiró Tanizaki
I can’t wait to find a fabulous use for this watercolor wallpaper. Black Crow Studios also works with designers to create completely unique, custom paintings to use as wall designs. Amazing idea - kinda wish I’d thought of it first ;)
Check out this beautiful application by Wendy Schwartz:
This will be a nice resource to have; it looks like they have some beautiful decor accessories. I’ve always loved Zara’s clothing, and their home line feels like a (slightly) more affordable Anthropologie. Too bad they haven’t opened any stores in the US yet - will have to rely on online shopping.
Fun and beautiful, well-designed terrariums in crystaline shapes. I’ve been wanting to have more plant life around me indoors, and this looks like a wonderful solution- as well as one that won’t die so easily…
The next few photos are from the “free beach” in Viareggio, Italia- a small coastal town near Florence. The other beaches are lined with bath houses that you pay to use daily for a place to change, an umbrella, and a lounge chair, with beverage service. This beach though, lives up to its name: free beach.