I followed the link to look at the interior shots and the floor plan, and that townhouse is pretty sweet. I like the mishmosh of styles within and the numerous garden terraces outside. I always have qualms about the wall-of-windows effect, though. I like the openness it offers, but whether it’s in the middle of Gramercy Park or jutting off a cliff in Colorado, that kind of exposure makes me a little twitchy…not to mention that glass is breakable! I’d feel too vulnerable. (Also, holy window-washing, although I guess if you’ve got millions to drop on a place like this you’re probably paying someone else to do it anyway.)
Anyway. Nice digs, clever design.
I want to be in that top tub forever. And for it to be nighttime forever.
The inside of a violin.
Jesus this is beautiful
can i live here?
Now you, too, can live like a character in The Borrowers. Really, though, this is breathtaking.
Canopied Regency window in Brighton, East Sussex, England (cazjane97 on flickr)
SORRY SORRY I have been terribly neglectful of this blog! I have worked myself to death for the past three nights in the ICU trying to keep an eighteen-year-old alive; and that is the actual truth. I imagine you will forgive me since the More Important Thing here is obvious. And if you do NOT value a teenager’s life over Tumblr then please do not follow me because I don’t like you.
ANYHOO, here is my guilty confession number never-mind about Brighton: I haven’t EVER wanted to go there. From what I have read it seems a) horribly crowded b) dreadfully tacky and c) replete with surly, inhospitable, and potentially violent chavs. I may have been misled, now; and am happy to be corrected (politely, or you will only reinforce my negative opinion of Brighton) It must be so popular for some reason other than this window.
Twelve-hours-and-forty-three-letters-later: Besides the notes below, I can add the following feedback about Brighton: positive- the North and South Laines; wonderful little shops; book stores and vintage clothing; Victorian architecture; the pier; friendly people; and (this was meant to be positive although it isn’t to ME) giant seagulls **shudder**. I have also been forewarned by several that I must never, nevernevernever go to Moulscombe! NOT EVER. I don’t know why, though. I’m gonna have to look this up.