When you get married, not only do your hearts become one (haha, barf, sorry), but so does your apartment. And your stuff. Both of your stuff. Alllll of your stuff. And then you get more stuff. Which is great! Don't get me wrong...I love our stuff. It's just....its the apartment that I'm starting to fall out of love with.
It's especially hard when I come across gorgeous, simple, spacious, Parisian apartments like the home of Patrick Gilles and Dorothee Boissier. This is one of the many apartments of my dreams...high ceilings, herringbone hardwood floors, overwhelming moulding and plaster details that are all painted white so that they fade into the walls, huge black and white photographs and abstract art, marble fireplaces (yes, multiple fireplaces), huge sunny windows, all mixed together with subtle gold accents and organic textures like horn and seagrass. DYING.
Happy weekend! What are you up to? I'll be ice-fishing in Wisconsin...dreaming of living in this apartment in Paris.
(all images found via Yatzer)