crave. wanderlust. escape. come in.

it's the curse of the gypsy - to both roam and nest at the same time.
and with at least one of my hungarian gypsy great grandmothers referred to as Suitcase Jenny, of course, i've got it bad.
that's why these are an absolute must-have want/crave/desire/necessity with an instant downfall...21st century speeds mean they've been re-purposed as Harold & Maude-esque boxcars that require land to stay put.
but they're ever so charming!
(and for sale, if you don't mind paying shipping from provence on something that is essentially the world's most bohemianly cute shipping crate)
oh, les roullottes, you're the ultimate temptation.
and you've been decorated so enticingly perfectly decandently, pour-me-another-glass of wine beautiful, all because of jeanne boyol.
the allure is all summed up quite well here:
Neither house nor hut, gypsy caravans are untiring travellers. Proof that true liberty indeed exists, they travel towards the unknown, forever imbuing us with their sovereign supreme audacity.
geez. i need a road trip.

because gingerbread houses are so overdone

where the wild things are.

seriously. scary.
and cobi, i blame you.
nebraska, what's up with your good ideas but your scary kids?
and of course, nobody can wait for the movie but i swear it wasn't karen o. OR arcade fire the first time i watched this trailer...



somehow explosions in the sky or sigur ros was playing in my head, but maybe it was all a good dream.

well this sure sounds like fun.

there's only one good thing about 4th of july.
and now there isn't even that.

so...we decided to build a bar.

and now you've got to come over and help us break it in.

spray paint is a gleaner's delight

summer loungin' is ready, thanks to 2 cans of spray paint and a nice dumpster diving find.
these chairs didn't turn out exactly as expected because the imaginary super plush black & white striped cushions i visualized don't exist and/or aren't in normal people's price range but they'll do for now.
i probably only like them because they match the washing machine:

but i'd REALLY love them if somebody would sprint over with one of these
for some summer shade -


chris kabel, feel free to send over any crumbly prototypes if you like!

hey baby, wanna split a bottle of boone's farm and chillax in my hot tub?

Michel de Broin's got the right ideas, all the time.