July 3rd, 2015
|01:42 pm - OMG, Post #29|
As many folk know, my dream city -- the place to which I return with joy, the place I literally dream about -- is London.
As slightly fewer folk know, if I could pick a place to live in London it would be Cheyne Walk in Chelsea.
As the same number of folk know, I am a fool for English spies.
So you can imagine my squee when I read this Guardian article about a former spy's home for sale just round the corner from Cheyne Walk, in Upper Cheyne Row.
1) As the article describes, the house was where in the 1960s MI5 agent Greville Wynne met with Colonel Oleg Penkovsky, KGB agent and British informant (until Penkovsky was caught and executed in 1963). The house was apparently furnished with money from both the KGB and MI5 slush funds.
2) It is awesomely awesomely 1960s inside. The photos are fabulous, all low-slung modernity and great wood furniture and built-ins.
3) The garden!
In conclusion, OMG. Happy dreams for me.
Where are you dreaming about today? May all your dreams be happy diversions.
Wow. I am in a mid-century modern phase myself (this may last the rest of my life) -- I would re-do that tufted bar, I think, but wow. And the light!
A beautiful dream. Perhaps I'll just share it!
Isn't the light amazing? I love the windows and the way the light reflects off the paneling. :)
(Also, yes, the bar needs reworking. Good call.)
This particular iteration of mid-century modern is very warm, which is appropriate for you. :) Hugs hugs, H_P!
Cheers and hugs today!
Time to buy a new house! Happy dreams, anyway...
Six million pounds is a lot of money, so I'll content myself with dreams. :)
Cheers to you this evening!
Isn't it a gorgeous little urban hideaway? :)
And so close (relatively speaking) to you! :)
Cheers and hugs.
I love that London has a spies house for sale :)
Isn't it completely awesome? :)
Cheers and a good day to you!
I love, love, love mid-century teak furniture. My parents have quite a few pieces, interspersed with Ikea furniture (my mother's favourite store in the whole wide world, but Dad can't stand any of it) plus lots of tables and shelves that North Americans would consider antique, but my European parents just think of as old (such as a Jacobean table that my dad and brother love but Mom and I find downright ugly).
When my parents moved, they gave me the kitchen table, which Dad remembers from his childhood. It's a late-1700s demi-lune table that would be worth a tidy sum, except for all the nicks and stains and general wear and tear of daily use. I'm like my parents, in that I don't mind mixing and matching eras and styles ;-)
Right now I am dreaming of cool waters and fresh breezes. I have to sleep with the windows closed tonight, because of the smoke outside and it's stifling. So, I am picturing myself in a hammock on the porch of a shack by the water. In the tropics, but I'm in the shade and there's a light wind and it's wonderful. Of course, there's a mojito within easy reach as well as my Nook full of books but I am too drowsy to read.
Wishing you refreshing thoughts!
I've been thinking about the midcentury modern furniture my grandparents had; I think the pieces influenced my aesthetic more than I knew at the time.
But oooh, what a great table your inherited!
Cool breezes wished for you. :)
Isn't it the coolest?
Cheers for your day! :)