Winifred Wikkeling

The possibilities, never ending.  Its creations haunting, exquisite, unfathomable. We, longing, short of breath, craving to touch, dreaming of its beautiful forms.  Then along comes a chance for an encounter,

Escapism by Daniel Widrig and Iris van Herpen

Via Dutch DFA

The Centraal Museum, a presentation, 25 of her works, a 3-D printer where the obsessed can watch up close, right there in front of their very eyes, a creation coming to life.  And we, not there, but far away, longing, still coveting, our hopes yet unfulfilled.  But we know it to be so, only just for now…

Inspired by the movement of a flock birds, FlyLight a light installation, reacts to you when surrounded, and by the configurations of those surrounding it.

FlyLight by Design Drift

Via Notcot

If we were were in front of Flylight we would approach slowly,  pause,  raise our arms, let our head drop back, turn away.  We would move back, look over our shoulder, approach again, a scarf in our hands now, trailing us, then move closer, this time to the side.  Then we would watch.   We would take our dress, hold it in each hand, lifting it ever so slightly off our ankles, and with sweeping motions move around FlyLight, inviting her to join our dance.  What would be the light of our duet?

We had neglected to share with you one of our more recent delights…

We had a desire and then we sighed, releasing it, trusting it would come to us when the time was right.

The time was right shortly thereafter.  As unassuming as a falling leaf, it floated into our hands.  There – big, heavy, magical, spell binding – it sat before us, as beautiful and beckoning as we had thought it might be.  The details, the embossing, the leatheresque binding, the gold overlay, throughout its pages unfolding romance.

We have been smiling ever since.  We will share with you, as we are indulging…

Ne’er a peevish Boy

Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy;

And He that with his hand the Vessel made

Will surely not in after Wrath destroy.

~Omar Khayyam

L’Ivresse des Bois by Marcel Wanders, for Baccarat

via Daily Icon

“Bakker allows his products to take shape on the basis of analysis so that they can question their usage and, where necessary, give rise to new rituals or break existing patterns.”

…And thus we are thrilled by the new

faucet  to our tub

Watering can by Aldo Bakker

Via Dezeen

and the decanter in which we

let breathe

tulip petals

rose water

and a few drops of

japon noir

Mixing Bowl by Aldo Bakker

for our bath…

Bold

full bodied

lingers on the tongue

bite

spice…

To these our spirits must adhere,

but for a bottle made of stone

Ben Oostrum's Jenever bottle

Via a29

our poison

might turn clear..

It appears the idea of cutting back can be interpreted quite a few different ways, the most amusing of which had to be the concept as it was relayed on the runway by Viktor & Rolf.

Viktor & Rolf

Via Style

We would gladly

settle for just

the top

And give our more serious consideration

to this footwear

or further contemplate

these…

Of course we were planning to make a visit. There were some things we wanted to see. But we had not yet decided when. What we had planned, was a trip to the Noorder Markt. What we stumbled upon, was

Thus we took the opportunity

to take a look at this

blow away vase by Front

…to touch its curves,

study its twisted decor

And we thought, the only thing that could be better

would be if we could see

step by step iterations

of blow away Delft Blauw;

a bit like this

dancing vases by Robin van Hontem

we would love it.

It was his eyes, peaceful but mesmerizing, that drew us to him. His physique, tall, incredibly strong, made us feel small and at his mercy. We reached out to touch him, tentatively, to feel the warmth of him – he felt soft and smooth. When he looked up it made us quiver, unsure he would receive us in the way we wanted him to. We hoped he would choose us, surrender to us, let us lead. We hoped together we would move beautifully.

We wondered,

how long until he would be

eating

out of our hands?

Jappaloup

Though never easy,

oftentimes moody, mostly,

he’s just right…

Prinsengracht

There are these moments, innocent, never planned, that remind us

in the clearest way, why we yearned to return. Moments that, despite their

very simplicity, turn our stomachs aflutter. Moments when we realize

we had been searching for the taste that would fill us

with a certain kind of joy,

the kind only to be had from the first bite of ontbijtkoek,

the first dip of our vlaamse frites in mayonaise

or dropping that first fatty haring on our tongues.

And then there are moments that make us smile a bit mischievously to ourselves,

filling us with girlish laughter inside. Like being ferried across town by fiets,

our lovely friend pedaling from one gracht to the next over its arched bridges,

we riding in back, sitting sideways, ankles crossed,

clutch clasped casually under our arm,

while our hair plays a minuet in the cool evening breeze.

Rider and passenger each clad in 4 inch heels.

This must be the place.

Ontbijtkoek