Showing posts with label design. Show all posts
Showing posts with label design. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Geisha Musings...


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I love Japanese culture.













Japanese interior design is a feast of the senses.

Minimalist...
calming...

serene...



But the Geisha...ah, the Geisha...

She fascinates me. 


She takes my mind on a stroll through the centuries.
A world seen through the eyes women living in a mans world.

Girls, when you think you have it bad
 remember our japanese sisters...


When you get up in the morning and fix your hair just remember...
  
They had hairstyles for their station of training as a geisha.
Their hair was the same everyday until they mastered that level.
Once they went to the next level,
they would never wear the previous style again 
Boring...


What's he giggling at?


I think it's her feet.


Check out this poor girls tooties...

Is that her toes she is pointing at?


...and she is putting THOSE feet in THESE shoes 
These aren't even sexy ladies...

...and for this? 
These deformed feet were called lily feet.
Japanese men found this look highly erotic. 


You can see the bindings, that trained the feet, better here.

 No thanks!

Traditionally, Geisha began their training at a very young age.
Some girls were bonded to geisha houses (okiya) as children.
These girls were referred to as hangyoku
and were as young as nine years old.
 This was not a common practice in reputable districts and
disappeared in the 1950s with the outlawing of child labor.[6]
Daughters of geisha were often brought up as geisha themselves,
usually as the successor (atotori, meaning "heiress")
or daughter-role (musume-bun) to the okiya. (source: wikipedia)

Isn't she a cutie?







Makes catholic school look like a breeze doesn't it?


These were not luxury bath houses girls...
no running hot water, Calgon, jacuzzi jets


No fluffy spa towels...
...and sharing your bath with your girlfriends
...in the same water, no less. 


No triple blade razors to shave the legs...

And yet... 


...there is still honor...

...and grace...



...and a beauty of it's own.


The original platform shoes.



A wonderful book and movie that captures the life and spirit of the geisha.


Captivating...


...honorable...

...ageless...


Our sisters.

Our gender.

They were strong women
...just as we are. 





Sunday, February 27, 2011

A special place for me

I have a completely insane desire.
I'm not sure why my mind ruminates on it like it does but it's almost like a mini vacation for me just to play with the mere idea of it. 


Here we go...are you ready to hear it...? I want a travel trailer.  



Now I don't want just any ol' travel trailer. I'm not interested in guidance systems...or dish washers...or pop outs. I want a vintage trailer...a piece of history. I'm thinking an airstream...a "silver bullet"...a Cadillac of travel trailers. I want it well built, simple and classic...and then...I want to make it mine.



When I was little my grandfather had an Airstream...King of the Road, if I remember correctly. I loved to play in that trailer. To me it was a huge wonderful playhouse. What more could a little girl ask for? I was in heaven when I had my dolls and hours to play in that trailer. I'm dreaming of something similar...but oh so different too. The design artist in me longs to change it...paint it...drape it...upholster it...jewel it...



...are you following me? Maybe it's that child of the 70's in me....or a bohemian gypsy spirit longing to be nurtured. I see curling ephemera...cabbage roses...texture galore...a space that embraces the soul of a woman.



I want a magical cocoon to dream in.



A womb like space to create and write down the thoughts as they flicker through my mind.


Feather mattresses to sink into...velvet throws to warm...stained glass windows to play with the light as it comes streaming into the space...crystal chandeliers that tinkle in the slightest breeze like delicate wind chimes...embroidered pillows piled high and deep to prop up with...silk oriental carpets on the floor to delight bare feet.


Vintage tin ceilings...old woodwork...lace curtains...delicate china for morning coffee... 



I'm not dreaming of a masculine space, but I would love to share it with Blue Eyes...
 at the beach...or on a mountain top...or even at the edge of a lake...



No wonder I ruminate on it quite often...

Doesn't it sound heavenly?


Photos by: Jonny Valiant 

For more info: 
magnoliapearl.com or romantichomes.com