The new Domino: Lonny Magazine

I know I wasn't alone in my sadness when Domino Magazine ceased publication. While not as pioneering as Nest, Domino--whose old URL now goes straight to Architectural Digest (Yuck.)--was the kind of magazine that also had a devoted base of fans for whom the magazine was something more than a few pretty pages to help pass the time. For a while, I was filling the void with Elle Decor, but I find it occasionally a little too precious. Then I discovered The Selby, (je l'adore... ) which is more akin to Nest in that there is minimal styling with an emphasis on individuality over pristine, professionally decorated sophistication. (I should say here that Nest was like no other, and I can't imagine anything like it coming into being again. Not only did Nest publish editorials on the most wide-ranging types of interiors, they presented diverse essays, poems, and fiction relating to their rich visual essays on everything from a crumbling manse in the French countryside to a tiny New York apartment filled with hand-crafted decor made by its dweller. One of my favorites was a house that was completely under ground and was surrounded by "gardens" and a starry sky, all made from synthetic flora, murals, and lighting. The writing was contributed by wonderful authors from historians to experimental fiction writers to art critics, and the graphic design was anything but minimal, often including elaborate dye-cut pages. But most importantly, the photography was barely styled, if at at all. Instead, the editors preferred to show the homes and other buildings as they were lived in and used.) Today, I found Lonny Magazine. The aesthetic has a similar feel to Domino: comfortable but intentional and personal spaces, some of which are professionally decorated, others not. The emphasis seems to be on decor that combines contemporary design pieces with flea market finds and family heirlooms, the homes belonging to people in their thirties and forties. Like Domino, there are resource listings for furniture and decor and idea pages focusing on this or that detail or theme. I haven't read through the Fall 2009 inaugural issue yet to find out, but it kind of looks like Domino veterans are behind it. Regardless, Lonny takes up their mantel, so to speak, and I'm grateful.

Best Summer Ever?

I was just looking through all of these old posts... I'm not really sure why I started this blog in the first place. Perhaps as a notebook or an open letter? A murmur for attention? Clearly, I'm not dedicated to posting things here. But yes, I was just looking through all of these old posts, and noticed the one entitled "In anticipation of the Best Summer Ever". Thankfully, he's fine, but Jacob Hartman, the wordsmith who coined that phrase, recently had an accident while surfing, one that could have had a much worse outcome than it did. As always, he was in pursuit of the Best Summer Ever. Always. Even when it's not summer. Anyway, this isn't really about Jacob but about summer and life and time passing, I guess. Summer never ceases to hold some magical sway over me. But this summer, while not the Worst Summer Ever, is decidedly not the Best Summer Ever. And this makes me think that it's important to change my mind about summer. It can't be about time stretching out and the world slowly offering itself up to me, the way summer used to be. I'm learning to take my summer in small doses and without expectations, all throughout the year. I don't want to give up on summer entirely, though; it's just too heartbreaking. I have to think that some day I'll have summers again, but until then, I'm trying to get into Jacob's state of mind.