Memories of Brooklyn

I was in Brooklyn last month, and saw some really cool people, places, and things.  I wish I had had more time to explore and take it in, but my overall impression of Brooklyn was quite different from the vibe one feels in Manhattan.  It was cozier, friendly and more hometown-like with quiet neighborhood streets.  Luckily, I had my Brooklyn resident brother to show me some of the great places that non-residents might not get to see so easily.  I can’t wait to go back (when it’s warmer!).

 

This building facade is someone’s home in the Boerum Hill area.  Painstaking, breathtaking, detailed mosaic work covers every surface; the sidewalk, the railings, the brickwork, all of it.  It’s incredible, sparkly, bohemian and positive.

Brooklyn also just got itself a Jonathan Adler store!  It’s on Atlantic Avenue, and it’s chock-full of all the Jonathan Adler goodness that could fit into this fabulous little store.  Check it out if you’re ever in the area and give the storekeepers some love.  These are some of my new favorite items:   wool needlepoint zodiac pillows, and alpaca squares throws (I love this color combo).

What was left of the dregs of snow was creatively handled by my husband, my brother, his girlfriend and myself…..voila’:

 This is what I call an example of scale.

Also a wonderful discovery was the Brooklyn Flea Market at 1 Hanson Street.  In a beautiful former bank building for the winter, we saw vintage clothes, maps, jewelry, artwork, and inexplicable kitchen utensils.  I bought a great pair of earrings from a local artisan named Joan Huggard Iridescent glass drops encased in silver bands.

And last, but not least, I’d like to profile what creative ingenuity can accomplish in a small space.  This home office was able to overcome its small size and low ceiling by using paint in an all together fantastic way.  This is why I love paint; it’s versatile, the color choices are endless, and it’s the master of disguise and flattery.

  The bold and wide orange stripe is painted at eye-level.  It focuses the eye upward, and creates a great backdrop for the wall art.  I especially love the way the artwork overlaps the stripe.  It keeps the eye interested but not bouncing up and down too much.  The stripe says, “hey look at me, up here!  Don’t look down there where it’s cluttered and the furniture might not quite match.  It’s way more fabulous up here!”  And orange continues to be one of my favorite colors.  It’s a spicy, jazzy, happy color.  Don’t you feel happier now?  What kinds of amazing things have you managed to do with a simple can of paint?

Last words on Brooklyn: art and artistry abounds.  Creative people are everywhere. 

Make it a great week.

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