Los Angeles: Design Inspiration

Passing through Los Angeles for a quick visit, picking up on the humming vibrance in the cafes, restaurants and shops. Pockets & pools of inspiration interspersed with long stretches of driving. Re-visiting old favourites, and hunting down new ones, with the clues of elusive images seen on Instagram and Pinterest.

General Store in Venice

those distinctive Los Angeles palms


In the Abbot Kinney area in Venice, stopping for a healthy bustling lunch at Gjelina then checking out the exquisite Japanses ceramics and artworks at Tortise and TGS. Then up to General Store on Lincoln, where the innovative shop design is pitch perfect. Tall indigo tie dyed changing room curtains, fresh green indoor plants, large burled wooden slab tables and original triangular shelving.

hiking in Runyon Canyon

LAMILL in Silverlake


In Silverlake the charm of LAMILL cafe. The painted mural walls of ancient scenes rendered in black and white giving the room a grace while the bright red booths make it unpretentious.

Looking up: the Bradbury

Eat Drink Americano in Downtown LA


In Downtown the wonderful work of the Haas Brothers in the Ace Hotel. A stop off at Eat Drink Americano, located in an industrial area on the outskirts of Downtown that shows signs of interesting life. Finishing at the mysterious Bradbury Building, designed in a seance, location for Bladerunner. There is something in the liquid goldenness of the light trapped by the light well and the delicacy of the black filagree ironwork that makes it unlike any another building. It’s intriguing and unknowable – offering no easy answers.

cascades of bougainvillaea

The mysterious Bradbury Building in Downtown

Country Postcards


A country fix this week – one I’d been missing.
Stillness. Country drives. Time in the garden. Twilight walks with the kangaroos.

Alby & Esthers’ Cafe in Mudgee

a big country sky


Passing through Mudgee and a stop at Alby & Esthers’ Cafe; sitting with coffee under the vine leaves in a shady courtyard hidden off the sunny wide streets.

honey eater in the gravel garden

kangaroos on the morning walk


Lots of little birds about; gathering & darting in flocks. There’s autumn in the air now.

from the vegetable patch


Pulling vegetables from the vegetable patch, picking beans. The colours so vibrant and alive. Then the endless weeding out of the kikuya grass – not too sure about the pleasure/pain ratio here. There might be a necessary simplification coming- down to the essentials and favourites: spinach, cherry tomatoes, zucchini,herbs, cucumbers.

A drive up to the lookout after the rain, the light beautiful and soft. A radiance over the landscape. This is where it seeps into your bones – creating a calmness that lasts way through the long drive back to the city.

Simplicity in the City: Taronga Zoo

walking under the antelopes – the entrance to Taronga Zoo


Driving down the streets of beautiful old timber houses, it’s the strange sounds you hear first; hysterical cries, possibly a monkey – preparing you for the magical world of Taronga Zoo. The entry building is from Sydney’s story book architecture period; rows of plaster animal heads, wreaths encircling koalas & and a dome on top.

a ceremonial entry

the little baby chimp…


The zoo seems to have its own microclimate – steamier and more tropical than the rest of Sydney. Running down the side of a hill with winding paths overshadowed by large trees, fig trees growing out of rocks – it joins up to a ferry route down the bottom.

seat made of bush rock

Giraffe & Centrepoint Tower


The giraffes get the best view – right out over the harbour…

another seat along the path

lemurs – you can actually walk through this enclosure


I like looking for the remnants of the old zoo, the parts that date from the 1915 on, like the fantastical elephant house. The beautiful old rock seats made of bush stone are inspiring.

heading back to the house…

the former elephant house

I always leave wanting to come back. Such a complete distraction from the business of the world…

Simplicity in the City: Inner East

I hope they never repaint this wall in Five Ways


Hot sultry nights work in the Inner East of Sydney. Even though most of the terrace houses have been done up now- there’s still a bit of ramshackle charm; some peeling paint behind the wrought iron balconies, a few palms in the backyards. The growth spurt that often happens in February means that vines get out of control, and the air is fragrant with frangipani, especially in the tropical rain.

old apartment in Darlinghurst

at Chester White


Buffalo Dining Club and Chester White, two relatively new bar/restaurants both designed by Diane Fernandes are an exercise in how to create an atmosphere that best reflects the area – wonderful vintage style signage, peeling paint textures and exposed brick, casual light fittings with clean modern lines.

an incongruous picket fence

barista at Chester White

looking out to Kings Cross

pickles on fireplace

wonderful use of a mirror to enhance a space

upstairs at Buffalo Dining Club

Simplicity in the City: Nielson Park


I think the key to living in Sydney is to seek out the spots where there is a connection to water. And there is so much of it, such choice.
The surf beaches are proven classics, but the harbour contains secrets- little beaches and coves nestled in parks. They feel less commercial, less about signs and shops – calmer. The occasional glimpses of the Harbour Bridge the only reminder you are in a city.

looking back at Nielson from the headland

one of the textures of Sydney- rough hewn sandstone


Nielson Park is one of the most magical. It could be the setting for a performance of “A Midsummer’s Nights Dream”– the audience following the actors round through the park, up the sandstone stairs, onto the moonlit beach. There’s light and dark here- beauty and strangeness.

a peak of the Harbour Bridge

like from a Cambodian temple


The kiosk is from 1915 and is of the style with the bulky title of Queen Anne Federation. I prefer to think of it as “Story book” architecture- it has a quaintness and whimsy that could accommodate talking rabbits… Only recently I realised there was a tunnel from the beach to some sunken dressing rooms, built in the same era.

dreamy … the Nielson Park Kiosk

posts of the shark net

The old name for Nielson was ‘Shark Beach’- and there is a shark net that contains the swimming area. More darkness in the prettiness.

the barrier between sharks and humans

During the weekends it gets very crowded- groups having BBQs, games on the beach – full of life going on. But it is at dusk and dawn that Neilson slips back into its ethereal magic – just waiting for the night curtain to rise…

Inspiration: Fast and Loose

Going through the original inspiration for the old schoolmasters house – piles of well worn pages torn from old World of Interiors, the credits and stories lost in time. Revisiting Rebecca Purcell’s book “Interior Alchemy” – unique & wonderful.
Some images turn up ideas that have already been absorbed into the house while others provoke new thoughts…

From Rebecca Purcell’s Interior Alchemy


Randomness, florals, quilts, little bird pictures, baskets… …moving fast & keeping it loose.

A strong coloured trim. Vestibules and mudrooms with a pleasing array of hats & baskets
- handmade textiles.
Rough paint samples left as layers, organic textures.

From Rebecca Purcell’s Interior Alchemy

Collections on the wall, spareness & space, utilitarian repurposed furniture.

The bed as the centre piece of the room, roughly held valances, rich fabrics against a plain background.
And botanical charts, strong coloured walls, graphic textiles and random handmade lights


Just being simple.

Inside a Potters’ Workshop


I like seeing spaces where art and craft are created. It’s seeing the garden where the flowers have come from. The paint splashes and dents and flecks make a patina that gives context. Objects and tools are arranged in pleasing utilitarian formats. These are spaces focused around beautiful quality of light and which are self contained – looking inwards not outwards.

Lino Alvarez and Kim Deacon run La Paloma pottery in Hill End. They live and work in a collection of historic buildings that includes a personal studio where Kim plays the harp and an atmospheric outdoor eating area that evokes Lino’s Mexican heritage. The workshop was built by them from hay bales, bush logs & salt encrusted windows from an old wharf in Sydney.

diffused light

outside, late afternoon

My visit coincides with pottery being taken out of the kiln & there’s something magic about seeing the batches of plates being removed and stacked. The clay comes from Gulgong, another small town in the area. In a time of exodus of manufacturing from Australia, it’s inspiring to see two people just solidly making beautiful things.
And good to see them supported by some of the most stylish restaurants in Sydney – Porteno, the Grounds among others.

sage greens


Mostly La Paloma is commissioned for their restaurant ware & large pots. The only way to obtain individual pieces is to travel to Hill End, four hours from Sydney and buy from the studio direct. A trek with rewards.

waiting

those heavy log columns


So this is what people mean when they talk about the importance of provenance. There’s life in the ceramics I buy- an earthiness and a weight. Now I don’t want to eat breakfast from any other bowl. This might be the start of a collection…

the old salt encrusted windows in the corner of the studio

A New Path


It’s a shock looking back at old photos sometimes. Change seems to happen so slowly, like the passing of a river washing pebbles smooth. And then there is the cold photographic evidence. A few years ago the kitchen looked out onto a scrappy patch of land, dirt held together by weeds. A narrow concrete path led to nowhere. Then the courtyard was built – a sheltered space for outdoor meals – morning coffee & afternoon dreaming.

the original path,  in the same location

the original path, in the same location

the ‘Old Town’ path mixed with slate from the area

Now the grapevine has started to really grow over the pergola, providing shade for those burning hot summers’ days. Late last year the addition of a path to alleviate the heavy tread of the gravel. A long time gestating – it needed to be practical, good to walk on – yet not look to ‘city’. The eventual choice, ‘Old Town’ concrete tiles from Amber that were cast to look like old stone flagging. The random pattern and the insertion of locally sourced stones to get away from a ‘fake’, Disney look. Once it was laid and walked over several times, it looked like it had always been there.

the magnificent eucalyptus tree outside the courtyard

garlic that has been in the village since the Gold Rush


Recently I came across the Spanish word – ‘sobremesa’- which is defined as the time spent around the table after lunch or dinner, talking to the people you shared the meal with; time digest and savour both food and friendship. And I realised that’s it – that’s really the purpose of this courtyard. All those many small decisions had been leading towards creating an atmosphere for sobremesa.

a perfect meal in the courtyard – anitpasta with fried bread

The Royal Hall


“The past is a foreign country – they do things differently there…” so holds the famous opening of The Go- Between. But in small old Gold Rush towns the past seems closer, the borders that define the countries are blurred…

the lower photograph of the famous Holtermann

elegant leg


In the dusty sunlight shards penetrating The Royal Hall in Hill End time frames intersect. Built in 1900 it is endearingly small, a pocket town hall, more the proportions of a barn. There’s something I find inspiring in the decoration- it’s strong and graphic, enhanced with beautiful patinas. The floor of narrow timber boards is scuffed and worn. The dado that wraps around is a rich oxblood. A piano stands in the corner.

A wonderful picture hang runs along the two long walls. Stern Victorian photos mostly, some ornately designed certificates. Oval frames break up the rectangles. A Surry Hills wine bar would be delighted to purchase the wall whole. But here it’s authentic, not a stylised version of the past. The photos date back to the Gold Rush, including one of Holtermann who found the famous large Gold Nugget. There are descendants of these long ago portraits living in the town still.

Recently the local school – with its total of 5 kids, held their end of year presentation & play on this stage, appropriately framed by the red velvet curtain.

Seeing the magnificent & magical Chanel show set in a Dallas barn this week , Karl Lagerfeld’s mesmerising dream of the Wild West, I wonder how the natural theatrics of this space could be taken further. Perhaps a hoe- down – straw scattered on the floor, hay bales about and a caller for the square dance moves. Or the curtain rising on a country trio singing bluegrass songs, the hall lit by candles – followed by something electronic/instrumental
that raises the ghosts of the gold miners past…