Rest House by Tim Spicer Architects and Col Bandy Architects

Sometimes it's ok to give it rest. Barbie reminds her favorite dolls and Ken that it is indeed a good idea to take it easy now and again. Where better to relax than in a dreamhouse made for rest?

Rest House by Tim Spicer Architects and Col Bandy Architects

 

The Rest House is a collaboration that came out of a long-standing friendship between the clients and architects. The clients passion for sailing and their love of the Australian coastline inspired this coastal house. The butterfly roof imitates the shape of a boat’s hull and the angled walls protect the garden from southern winds off Bass Strait. The building and landscape design have been orchestrated to blend in seamlessly while utilizing the land slope and provide gorgeous views of the valley and ocean.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would you take a rest in this home?

Barbie would!

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Style Icon: Richard Avedon

Avedon's work in fashion photography took him to legendary heights and made him infamous in design and fashion around the world and ultimately cemented his reputation as a sought after artist. Many of his iconic photos depict some of the most recognizable faces in history; models, actresses and actors, politicians, writers and artists. Almost always he captured a realer more authentic version of each person stripped of the branding society has come to know them for, creating a truer representation of their emotions and relatable expressions.

Style Icon: Richard Avedon 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

  

Are you a fan of Avedon's work?

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Fur

 

When youre completely vulnerable and authentic things can be very warm with others... sometimes it's so cold you need a fur coat. Here's an old one from Smoke about the pleasurable perfection of being completely open and honest with your intentions.

Do you stay open or need to close yourself off?  Why? 

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Perfection

(9-9-2014)

Perfection.

A single cigarette.

Waiting. 

Wondering.

Watching.

It's my idea of perfect. 

Waiting to give him pleasure.

After a long day he's wasted more time.

Time & minutes I can count as the cigarette ashes fall to the ground.

Silently I listen to the sound of smoke.

Filling the air.

Touching my bare skin.

Goose flesh.

Hard nipples. 

Nothing like being bare waiting for his touch.

Fur coat.

No need.

I'm taking it off. 

Taking it all off for his pleasure. 

The cool air dances across my skin.

I watch the infrared glow of the lights in the darkroom.

I've left the door ajar.

Carried away thinking of him.

Film can wait for developing.

The flavor in my mouth can't wait.

Tasting him with his favorite smoke in my mouth.

Thinking of his hands running across my ass makes me wonder how long I've been waiting.

When I think I've been waiting far too long. 

I know it's not long enough. 

The clock is still ticking up to six.

Tick. Tock.

Hips rock.

Legs shake.

Can't wait.

So I sit.

The seat of his chair is cool.

Soft to the touch of my legs.

Anticipation.

Take a drag.

And rest.

Just my smoke.

Circling.

Leaning back I think of his smile.

That dirty grin that lets me know he's in.

He's in. 

Deep in my mind.

Just watching for me to react.

I can't help but react.

Wanting the one thing that makes my heart jump. 

Him.

His fingers touching my bare skin. 

Sliding them gently up my legs until they reach my ass and spine. 

Once he circles my breasts I remind him with my mouth that the pleasure is all mine. 

All mine to please him. 

Pleasing him with my hands across his waist. 

My lips trailing across his neckline. 

Removing his clothes to nurture his tired body

Letting my hands wander downward along his chest until they find home.

My free hand is already occupied thinking and wanting his body.

Outside movements stir and shake my mind back to now.

My body knows. 

The sound of the key in the door

Sends shivers up my spine.

A quiver in my lip.

I hold back from running over to greet him.

Wait for that grin.

The sheer pleasure of watching him walk into the room and look at me with his hair slightly covering his face...

Perfection.

Photo Credit: Ben Hassett

Flip

 

Waiting is an interesting thing. To most people we expect things on command because automation has limited our patience. Sometimes waiting is quite difficult but pleasurable because knowing the gratifying outcome is delayed and completely out of our control. Patience is a virtue, dolls and kens. Here's a new older 300 from Hair.

Do you enjoy making people wait? Or do you enjoy waiting? 

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Flip

 

“Flip your hair back,” he says with a smirk and a few winks of his right eye, “it’ll be our little secret.”

 

“Will it now?” I give him the slightest hint of resistance before tilting my head forward and flipping back my long dark brown locks. There’s nothing quite as pleasurable as seeing the look of satisfaction on his face when he takes command of things. 

 

“Now what?” I press for further instructions. 

 

“Don’t speak unless I tell you to or I’ll make sure you can’t.” he waves the silk scarf to remind me what happens when I misbehave. Without a further word he sits there and thinks. Looking me up and down he pauses then motions me to flip my hair again. Complying with his wishes I flip my hair and follow up with a twirl of my head. It’s enough to get him to respond. “Don’t improvise or you’ll be punished.”

 

Before I can say a thing he quickly races to my side and clamps a hand across my mouth forcing my syllables to sound like a moan. “hmmmphmmm.”

 

“Shhh. That smart mouth will get you a longer wait. Honestly, love do you want to wait any longer?” his question is hurtful because he knows I hate waiting but I will. 

 

Shaking my head to indicate a “no” within the firm grip of his hands, I submit. His hands loosen their hold on my mouth and run across my jaw to lift my mouth to his for a kiss. Tasting his kiss, I kiss him back instinctively. He stops and pulls back to look me in the eyes. The scolding is silent but speaks volumes as he leans in kissing me more forcefully and smearing my lipstick before stopping. Walking away and turning, he commands…

 

“Flip your hair!”

 

Photo Credit: Richard Avedon

Film

 

Film is fun to photograph on and fun to watch movies on. Immortalizing moments can happen any way you want. There's is no right way to live. Some people never get around to having a drop of alcohol in their life and they don't feel like it's a loss. So... If you never try something maybe you aren't missing out? Don't let someone make you feel like you are missing out in life. Here's a 300 from Aigua.

Do you love film? 

Enjoy

Kisses, m.

Film

 

“James Dean,” he says as I pull my headphones out of my ears.

 

“What?” 

“Rebel without a Cause. Playing later. Wanna go?

“Huh?” I shrug and take a sip of chilled water that’s been perspiring in the glass on the formica table.

Showing me a photo in a magazine, he laughs and says, “You know, it’s a film with James Dean.”

Smiling I think about the last time we talked about films. I asked him to join me on a rainy afternoon and he said he had something else to do but that was only an excuse because he simply didn’t want to go with me. Laughing to myself I recalled how he took Janice Ottomeyer the next day and casually slipped it into conversation a few days later to see if I’d care. I could’ve cared less who he’d taken if it wasn’t me. 

“What are you laughing at?” he rubs my shoulder. 

“Nothing.” I smile and try to avoid his gaze by picking up the magazine to lock eyes with the iconic screen god. 

“You’re not looking at me, it must be something.” He whispers into my ear before poking his head around my shoulder and trying to feign jealously over James Dean. “What’s James telling you about me? Telling you the truth, that I’m making excuses about his lousy film to get you alone?” 

Giggling, I put down the magazine and push his hands away, “Don’t be silly… It’s hardly a lousy film.”

“Well then what is it? Why don’t you tell me then?”

“It’s nothing.” I repeat myself and knock the glass of water that spills across the screen legends perfectly chiseled silhouetted face. 

“Well, if you don’t want to go see the film with me… I could always take Janice again.”

“Alright, let’s go.”