Oooohhh.... look at all those chairs! It's like those cute little miniature chairs and made them real sized!
I just want to
lick touch that inky black exterior. Somehow I feel like if you put your hand out there it would just keep going. That the blackness is actually a vortex of nothingness. Like in The Neverending Story when the Nothing was spreading over the land! Just like that but pointier.
And we don't even have to worry about context here! It may resemble, ever so slightly, a charred stack of firewood kicked by a giant but I'm cool with that because if a giant is around I don't want to piss him off.
Here's some more beautiful blackness. I'm like the Lisa Lampanelli of architecture.
click for source but I have no info about what the hell this is I just like it...
the Pitch Black House in NYC from Adjaye Associates here
Even though this is named the Pitch Black house sadly I don't think Vin Diesel lives there. And how about those three buildings for context?! Discuss amongst yourselves...
Peacock Hill house from Budget Living via Door Sixteen
Stuart Mcintyre photography from Desire to Inspire
Call me crazy but the black with that aqua against the green landscaping feels really earthy and fresh to me - and quite Spring-y. If you're looking for tender bouquets, budding promises and pictures of pastel cupcakes to celebrate the change of seasons then I think you've come to the wrong fucking blog. I think I've proven that I'm not a bigot because I want a
token black cottage but I draw the line at petit fours and pansies.
But I'll probably post some next week because the sweetness and light emanating from the crafty blogs is rotting my brain. And they're just so ADORABLE!!