Showing posts with label 1960s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1960s. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 March 2012

I'm Quite Excited Today Because....



















... the 12 year old's twitter account is now being followed by Nancy Sinatra!


There is only one word for this...... and it's a Helga word.........



Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Sunday, 23 October 2011

Pictures On The Walls

Last week I was going to spend the afternoon painting a wall grey in my dining room. The plan got waylaid by World of Work overspill... but very much later that evening, watching an old Who Do You Think You Are (Natasha Kaplinsky), the wall got its paint.... The painting mojo hasn't returned since then, so I still haven't got the ladder out of the cellar to do the top 4" of wall.


In a bit of a "blah", down-phase a little while ago, I filled my ebay watch list up with Warhol pop art. So the mini blue Liz and the mini red Jackie O were from there...






And to keep the pop art going:












Poster at London Bridge station.








And on another wall, in my dad's lounge, is this l'il beauty:












It's called "Interlude" by Teymour Amiry, 1963. It's been in the house forever; the downstairs of the house is totally still original mid-century. As is the wallpaper throughout the house... The only thing I've found on the artist is a listing on New Zealand's Trade Me. So possibly a New Zealand artist??? Its quite creepy, as I just don't like still, dark water like rivers and ponds, but its quite enchanting even so...

Monday, 20 December 2010

Finding Things To Do On A Monday Morning


Its so still. Very post-nuclear. From here indoors, it seems very remote that people can possibly be busily doing what they must be busily doing. Am having a not-doing-anything-much morning as I'm meeting everyone from the World of Work for some nosh at lunchtime... until then I'm just noodling about, trying not to eat mince pies.

Have just watched a documentary on the Beatles - black and white, very apt for the landscape we have now. Got to say there's something just so much better about the late 60s than the early 60s - messier, pre-punk...


And during the ad breaks, I stuck the camera into some fested-up corners of Trashsparkle Mansions...