This weekend proved to be a very informative one: while cleaning out my closet I learned I really don't look as good in empire waist tops as I think I do.
I learned it's possible to give yourself temporary lactose intolerance (that's soooo worth it) after making a mac and cheese with sausage, goat cheese and eleventeen other types of cheese.
After a few cocktails with some homosensual hippie types, I learned that Tennessee is home to Short Mountain Sanctuary which is a commune/home base for the Radical Faeries - a collective of pagan-esque gay men from around the world. Ahh Appalachia, the secrets you keep...
And most importantly I learned that not only do I have a Bachelor's of Scienze in Home Ekonomics, I am also an investigative journalist! For instance, just this week I had to get out my secret design blogger decoder ring to find the source of this bedroom that I saw all over Pinterest:
And by 'all over Pinterest' I mean 'all over my bedroom' because I found one pin and then printed a thousand copies out, taped them to my bed pillow and then dry-humped the shit out of them. It's so dreamy like a really sterile hotel in fog. But something about the decorgasm felt familiar and upon closer inspection of the now-destroyed paper I realized it was THIS room:
SCHWING! It's Francisco Costa's bedroom and an old favorite of mine. Ahhh... memories. I included it my round-up about horse art a few years ago because I used to have the time to do round-ups like that. It's a post I'm proud of because I think I only had ONE horse cock joke in it. Wait... I should reread to be sure...
I'm not sure why I like this room so much since without even knowing whose room it is you can tell that the queen living here gets vegan colonics, has a platinum (horse?) cock ring and isn't satisfied until the hospital corners on his bed linens are sharper than Angelina Jolie's Malificent cheekbones.
That's pretty much the opposite of everything I believe in: I get bacon colonics, [redacted for propriety] and I haven't made my bed in 17 years.
Maybe I only like this room because I get to make so many cock jokes about it...
The photography (ok, possibly the real reason I like the room) is by Australian artist and photog Martyn Thompson. He has a book out about his interior photography called... wait for it... Martyn Thompson - Interiors.
It looks like lifestyle shots of people who can afford to buy small islands but instead choose to live simple, monastic lives in beautiful places like this:
...and then fuck them up with bullshit like this:
|John Derian's house from, like, forever ago.|
|pics from Desire to Inspire|
Fuck every piece of wayward furniture in this room and the platinum cock ring-ed horse it rode in on. This is what it looks like when rich people masturbate and ejaculate money all over their house and call it decorating. One Papa Bear chair is great but two is disgusting. You just bukkakked all over your gorgeous house and in front of that deliriously awesome window. (MS confession: I had to google the spelling for bukkake before I verbed it. Do not attempt.)
How many filthy dick jokes can I squeeze into this post? I'm going for an even baker's dozen.
But I forgive Martyn for his photography clients because he still photographed one of my blogger favorite bedrooms. He also has a nice, albeit sparse, tumblr with a bit more of his photographs and where I found this interview from Australian Vogue Living:
More fun things I learned: he makes his own clothes, appreciates Vivienne Westwood (like me and any person with eyes!) and is a Radical Faerie that twice a year visits Short Mountain Sanctuary in Tennessee to sleep in a tent and tap into his homospirit.
Well, I'll be damned. That's a very weird and completely pointless coincidence involving useless facts about Tennessee.
The only point to that story is that maybe now you can see how a blog post actually develops in my brain: cocktails > gay story time > bed time lullabies bed via Pinterest > squeeing > investigative journalism and internet adventures > dreamy interiors and horse cock > more dreamy interiors > bitter ramblings by a lower middle class hack Madame > inappropriate dick jokes > the rabbit hole of tumblr > gay hippies in Tennessee.
I just wanted to show you a pretty bedroom and then all hell broke loose! That's essentially the formula for almost every single blog post I've ever written. It's the Universal Formula for my internet success that fortunately consists of only 10% animal genitalia.
Problogger might want to take note.
Now, I'll probably want to blog later this week so I'm going to pour some gay hippies a few cocktails and see what happens...
PS. Martyn I have some friends you should meet.