1940 Island centre cottage – You shall have by that your having shows small in your hand, and the hand known for small, the hand no bigger than the heart, the heart stronger than the hand. You shall have that which is essential, for thus is the sweet possession true, and the holding of it good. And you shall have delight in these furnishings; and it shall be well beyond delightful, for you shall know it to be well. But what sights, tastes, sounds, what feel and fragrance? Enough. Home.
Rolling Bay, Pre-contemporary chic – When modern was edging valiantly across the threshold of post-modern, towards contemporary, bold strides, in defiance of the predictably commonplace, were being made here. In the best of ways, there is something sassy, saucy, impudent in every space. A smile is brought to the face. One feels surprise – if not naughty, then thrilling, at least – giggling in wait around every corner.
Between Rolling Bay and Fay Bainbridge, custom contemporary – Fortresses are not normally built as beautifully as this fastness of refinement and elegance. The attention is to an irrefutable balance of form and function. There is no tautological indulgence in this bastion of a home; no re exdundant element, no superfluous detail. Minus the ostentation, an aura of the palatial prevails. One’s gaze is cast upwards, outwards, unrestrained, as if in reverential reverie. Rejoice in the splendour.
Port Madison Mid-century rejuvenated – Not re-done, no wishful thinking here. Spared the new clothes cast haphazardly upon old bones, sinew, and skin to conceal their history, their scars, the dignity of their idiosyncrasy. Instead, having discovered the the joy of the renewed vitality of its youth, middle age, savoured. Perhaps betraying my age, as if it could or would be denied, as if we shared some of the same experiences, but from lives only tangential, upon entry into this home, an immediate dialogue ensued.