Archive for March, 2010

artwork, with marshmallows

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

Unbeknownst to me, and just in time for Easter, there is an annual “Washington Post Peeps Diorama Contest.”  I had to read it twice before I actually believe such a genius, delicious contest could exist.

What happens when you combine a grade school art project + gingerbread house + quintessential Easter treats? You get Easter’s answer to the graham cracker, icing + gumdrop architecture, and some of the cleverest, sweetest three-dimensional renderings I’ve ever seen.  This year’s contest marked the fourth year in which competitors out-cuted each other via their mastery of popsicle sticks, felt, miscellaneous other materials and Peeps marshmallow treats, and this year’s winner, pictured above, was just announced.

The winning display depicts a recreated scene from the animated Pixar film, Up, but the entries range from dioramas representing actual events, to miniature models of childhood bedtime stories, as in this scene from Goodnight Moon {yes, those are sleeping Peeps!}:

Many of the projects took their cue from timeless childrens’ literature and film stories, but some creative visionaries depicted activities, ranging from a snowball fight, to a synchronized swimming group, to a grocery store visit, to a Wii tennis match.

Visit the photo gallery here, and scheme up your ideas for next year!: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2010/03/29/GA2010032903934.html?sid=ST2010032904380

The only challenge left for now is to thoroughly satisfy my suddenly noticeable sweet tooth!

~ lauren

the new traditionalists

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

As The Markoff Group grows and prepares to transition to a new office, one can’t help but daydream about beautiful office decor. (more…)

i dreamed a little dream

Wednesday, March 24th, 2010

When my sister and I were first designing the Vosges Haut Chocolat boutique we obsessed over a vintage, automated dry cleaning rack. Keep in mind at the time we did not even sell tee shirts, but we knew we would. And, seriously, how cool would it be for little boxes of chocolate and all things Vosges Haut Chocolat to be on this rack. The possibilities were endless…

Time passed, the boutique was near completion, a choice was made between an espresso machine and the rack. The espresso machine won. One year later, we started designing the Las Vegas boutique. This time we had limited edition leather jackets, hand screened organic tee shirts, trench coats and more. Of course, why not have a vintage, automated dry cleaning rack. And let’s find one that fits in a 4′ x 4′ space. {ha!} Well, that joke is on me.

Hours turned into days, days turned into months, months turned into years… the dream of the dry cleaning rack grew more faint. All the dry cleaning stores in all of Manhattan would taunt me as I passed by. “Look at me. Look at me. I’m versatile. I’m mechanical. I’m just plain cool.”

And now, seven years later, an Urban Daddy email arrives in my inbox. My dream! Grahame Fowler has done it. I love it. I’m obsessed with it. I’m probably going to grab my bag, leave my office, run to his new boutique and purchase everything displayed on the rack. I wouldn’t put it past me to try to buy the rack itself.

the beauty of the dry cleaning rack

~ natalie

finding inspiration on a dreary day

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

Sitting at my desk. Staring at the computer screen. Only the pitter patter of rain on the air conditioner in my head. I look out the window at 3pm and see a gray, cold, dreary sky. How can it be? The weekend filled with blue skies, sunshine, and streets filled with people and pets. Spring was in the air! And I am not going to let it disappear no matter what the weather man is saying.

What can I do to bring inspiration back into my day. I find my self typing lonnymag.com

And here it is… my inspiration on a dreary day…

maybe it was my yearning for a glass of bubbly that brought inspiration?

maybe it was my yearning for a glass of bubbly that brought inspiration?


pops of pink! I love a well dressed table

imagining this outside my window

And with on click of a button the computer screen fades to black. I grab my bag and head out into the damp afternoon. A glass of Prosecco awaits. Why? No special occasion. Just a way to keep the rain at bay…in my mind.

~ natalie