The ability to see inside more and more homes via pinterest and the like can lead to an image-weary inability to understand personal preference. Do I like marble, or have I just viewed enough grey grains that I've been indoctrinated into a cult of calacutta? I've been thinking about the effects that the culture of life curation (*shudder*) has had on the average person organising their home. How many beloved velour wingback armchairs have been sent to landfill in the quest to obtain a perfectly post-industrial-meets-Georgian-revival style? I am a self-confessed consumer /victim of/to all of it, but I've been pleased to find that, in the process of making real decisions about materials, whilst standing over 600mm trenches in my living room, the true needs and spirit (for want of a better term) of my family have come to to the fore. No to marble! No to herringbone! Yes to stainless steel and hardwood that will both scratch and age over time without us caring! Yes to subway tiles, despite their ubiquity and in honour of the ones that were already in the house from the c.1955 renovation! Whittle those pins, people.
Amidst the pin-mania, these kitchens are the ones I've come back to again and again. Top image is the divine Park View House by the impeccable Arent & Pyke - check out their sleek new site here. HF. x