Friday, February 12, 2010

FRUGAL AND CHIC


Years of collecting fabrics drove me to start this internet store in 2003 on Ebay where we sell designer high-end quality fabrics normally available to the trade only.
The regular sticker price would be about 10 times our suggested retail price and many times shipping is as high or higher than the price we charge for the fabric itself.
Nevertheless, after considering the low price of quality remnants even people from Australia are happy to pay for high price shipping.
Our customer service is unparalleled and we even offer free swatches in order to help the buyer with a tough decision
Almost a year ago we opened our second store in Etsy. If you click on the pictures below you will be magically transported to Fabric Collection on Etsy.

Please visit our stores, peruse our constantly renovated stock, ask questions and order swatches. In our stores the customer is king (or queen) Without you guys we wouldn't exist.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

UNSTARCHED AND SHAMELESS VALENTINE'S DAY GIFTS

Horse-riding the arid road to the final finding: the perfect Valentine's day gift either for her him (and to be politically correct for himher or shehim) we scouted some stores in search of the perfect un-returnable object of desire (because the seller won't accept returns). The perfect offering that will guarantee a night of enjoyment and wild sex with the loved one or something of that sort.



We found this minaudiere (it is not a bad word in French) hand beaded and spectacular, vintage, casual and ultimately divine that will make her shake off her bra in awe while asking herself  "Is it possible that a guy with such chic taste be straight?"





We also discovered this pair of silver napkin rings, available also through the internet. They are quite affordable and they speak of  good upbringing and table manners. You can always whisper to her with watery eyes that they were given to you by your beloved aunt Lady Malborough before she passed. Actually they were from aunt Sally who died from Malboro smoke inhalation inside her trailer but nobody will know.



But, if you want to give her the perfect gift for yourself...you rascal...the gift that will give you an exact idea of what she is planning for any given evening without the embarrassing asking and guessing to finally end up sleeping on your side of the bed...and without the right answer... try this explicit but at the same time subtle roadside  sign warning. An embroidered pillow with the magic words.

HAPPY VD DAY TO ALL!

 

   THE ROAD TO LOVE IS NEVER STRAIGHT...



I always look forward to the cards this Canadian loving friend of mine, Lady Pamela, sends for whatever the occasion and I have to admit that they are always the best!
Here is this year Valentine card that I want to share with all of you. 
Luckily enough I do have my own Valentine.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!!

For some reason we are very sought after by the Brittons.
There are two British  interior designers who are fighting for our attention and we are happy to be designing and working on fabulous curtains and embroidery projects for both of them.
Timothy Goodale is a very talented British designer with breathtaking work in Paris, London, Miami Beach La Gorce Island, San Marino Island and lately in Atlanta where he resides.
His look is rich and clean and his style evolved over the years to an almost minimalist theme with historic accents.
Manuel and I have worked together in several projects for him where the Fortuny fabrics and Scalamandre silks that he selected were the base for us to make the most luxurious couture curtains and pillows.

When we first met him we went to his house to pick up rolls of fabric for a project. They were all  Fortuny fabrics. It was getting late and neither Manuel nor I haven't had dinner and were really hungry. We drove to a restaurant, parked the car and when we were about to step out I realized that we were carrying about 40 grand in fabrics in the back seat with no insurance. Oh my!
We had to drive 45 minutes to our warehouse where we unloaded the precious cargo and then to dinner. It was 10 pm and we were lucky to find that our favorite Peruvian Restaurant was still open.
Tim has the privileged eye that allows him to see a piece of land and instantly imagine the house the can build there from the ground up surrounded buy traditional gardens dotted with exotic tropical plants.
Manuel, who is an architect says that Tim has been blessed with a sense of proportion that no architectural school in the world can teach you. Tim's work has been published in prestigious international magazines and we are very proud to work for him.
Now we are embarked in the production of an exclusive line of embroidered curtains, bedding and pillows that he will represent in Atlanta where he already finished stunning houses. Will publish pictures of our embroidery projects for him soon in our Blog. In the meantime you can see the detail level in the fabrication of this Fortuny bedding we did for one of his clients.

LOVE LETTERS TO THE MOON
















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GIVE ME A SACKING BREAK!

Let’s start saying that Manuel and I belong to the “granola and chancleta (flip-flops)” crowd and that we support most conservationist theories.
We live well but at the same time we are unpretentious, plain Jane, educated, professional men who are into quality and design. And we recycle.

We eat granola in simple Italian ceramic bowls and our chancletas are synthetic Versace (Donatella couldn’t care less about the materials they use to fabricate them and their incidence in the future of the planet as long as she gets enough revenue to invest in Botox) 
They are comfortable and simple in a complex way and they will be around together with the roaches after nothing is left standing.
And they can be hosed down.
Are we in the same page so far?

We do not pretend to be paupers in order to be politically correct but instead of real crocodile shoes we wear vinyl crocodile chancletas. Neither of which are well regarded nowadays.

Could it be possible that the vinyl crocodiles appeared in the planet as a mutation after years of eating the plastic cups with popcorn people who visit the Everglades distractedly keep throwing in the water?
In that case we are not infringing on any of Al Gore’s environmental protectionist suggestion but on the contrary we are patronizing a budding Miccosukee Indian Reservation industry.

In the midst of this “save the planet” frenzy several businesses which never could have had a chance years ago are mushrooming now (but only if the mushrooms are organically grown)

Let’s fathom that someone travels to Europe and finds hemp sacks from the early XIXth century that for a reason of overproduction were left behind in chests, under beds, in attics and inside aunt’s Hildegaard armoire in the house in the Black Forest.
Under the premise that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure they were transported to America where they were laundered with no sulfuric soap suds and dried under New York sunlight peppered with microscopic carbon specs and seasoned with car fumes.

They are made of linen hemp, organically grown, with no pesticides because they did not exist at that time but not because they were not necessary.
Aunt Hildegaard and Uncle Gerophlito lovingly collected all the manure their farm produced and fed the linen plants.
They washed the linen by hand in the river and wove the fabric in a wooden loom,  at night, by the light of candles made with the fat they collected from the pig they have slaughtered the previous week and of which one portion has been a predominant ingredient in the preparation of dinner.
Nice scent for a candle. I wonder why they don’t commercialize it today. Here is another idea for a home business.

Thanks to the genius and inventive of another member of the granola and chancleta crowd the hemp is transformed into chic elements of style. Bespoke pillows for sale on Etsy.
I found one that specially caught my attention and that I would use if I am ever called to decorate the new Madoff’s family carton townhouse off Madison conveniently located near a subway entrance.
This one specially portrays the dire need of pesticides in the XIXth century to keep the rats at large and avoid the darn holes.  
But it is chic, politically correct and expensive. All we need.

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Monday, February 8, 2010

 
LABRIYI GUARDING THE COMPUTERS

THE CAT THAT WON THE LOTTO

I am a sucker for cats. I love their aesthetics, their false independence.
One morning on my daily walk noticed two girls feeding and caressing a beautiful black and white cat. Silently admired it and continued my walk. "You already have two cats" I admonished myself.
That evening while having dinner with Manuel the phone rang. It was our neighbor across the street who keeps keys to our house.
"Felix", she said, "there is a cat standing at my porch and every time I open the door wants to get in the house...and I can't let him in because my husband is terribly allergic. It is a black and white cat, is this one of yours?"
"No", I responded, "but you can send your husband to sleep in the garden shed and let the cat in." She wasn't terribly amused so I hung up not without saying "I'll be there"
I knew the cat must have been the one I saw that same morning.
Run across the street and saw it. Our eyes locked. I talked to him in Spanish cat language and he came to me, jumped in my arms and went home with me.
"Look what the cat brought" I said to Manuel and we both knew the future of that furry thing.
Living in the lap of luxury inside the house was his destiny.
It was probably abandoned for a couple of weeks because even though it is a large cat of about 1 year of age it was thin and had two infected wounds on one hip.
He must have been an inside cat, properly trained, Spanish speaking.
Its been 10 days now. He still eats with desperation but gained weight and suffers the Abandoned Cat Syndrome. He follows you everywhere: from the bathroom to the office, to the kitchen, to the living room and back to the bathroom and stays near you at all times. Almost like a dog.
He confessed to me the other day that he won the lotto and the prize was to stay with us.
Same as people some cats are luckier than others.
HAPPY MORNING 
IN YOUR LOVELY
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WHICH IS THE BEST COLOR FOR ME?

I always answer: the one that looks good on you...
After over 40 years in the design world I have learned a couple of things.
The rooms are yours. Don't pay too much attention to design fads but carefully select the colors that will reflect on your skin making your complexion look radiant, never dull.
Be specially wary with the colors you choose for your bedroom. You don't want to see naked skin with an unhealthy cerulean blue reflection or a purplish hue on your beautifully tanned legs that will remind us of the morgue scenes at Law & Order.

This incipient blog will bring clues on how to follow our motto inspired by the eternal Coco:

  “Luxury must be comfortable, otherwise it is not luxury.”  Coco Chanel

I will be bringing concepts and examples on how to achieve a relaxed lifestyle which is ultimately what most of us are after and few know how to grasp.