Los Angeles Bathroom 3/4 Bath
Mid-sized elegant 3/4 white tile and mosaic tile marble floor alcove shower photo with an undermount sink, beaded inset cabinets, dark wood cabinets, marble countertops, a two-piece toilet and gray walls
"We are all swooning over these incredible and rare pieces. Hundreds of tiny hand made glass tiles are arranged to form a shimmering beetle and a blue floral swag on a pure white ground. These remarkable panels are held in elegant gold earrings with touches of Egyptian Revival detail. They measure a dramatic 2.75” from the top of the ear wire to the bottom of the dangle. 14k yellow gold, ca. 1870, most likely Italian and most definitely magnificent." Maloy's Jewelry
Powder room - huge 1960s white tile and porcelain tile ceramic tile and white floor powder room idea with flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, a two-piece toilet, white walls, an integrated sink, white countertops and quartz countertops
New York Bathroom 3/4 Bath
Mid-sized elegant 3/4 stone tile porcelain tile alcove shower photo with shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets, beige walls, an undermount sink and quartz countertops
Fuhgeddaboudit! Mafia wife wannabe decorated this 1960 (looks nothing like a mid-century modern) home in Brooklyn, New York City, NY. It has 5bds, 4ba, and they're asking $2.399M. It already has a pending sale. Check this out- it's not just the decor, it's the matching architecture, too.
Clearly, the open stairs indicate that at one time this looked like a mid-century modern design, but it was given fancy schmancy railings and a tile floor. (Why would they leave it open like that, they look odd.)
Check out the ceilings and arches.
What a horror.
Note the gold lines in the tile.
So, what do we have here, 2 sitting areas. Note the coffered ceiling strip going around the tray ceiling.
A pony wall separates the dining room from the sitting areas.
Wow, look at the kitchen. I like dark cabinets, they seem timeless, but look at the green island and exhaust hood. It has a pot filler b/c every mafia wife needs one for the pasta. I'm half Italian and my dream kitchen would have a pot filler.
The kitchen has an opening to the seating areas. What is that pipe coming out of the ceiling?
Tile backsplash and copper undermount sink. I love my undermount sink- no farm sink for me.
Tiled guest powder room.
Coming up the stairs.
Large primary bedroom has a wall of closets.
The bathroom has mosaic tiles. Look at all the towels piled up on the bathtub step.
No matter how much they fancy it up, this is still a mid-century build and it doesn't have huge bedrooms, nor does it have big closets, so they have clothing racks for the overflow. Remember, someone is buying this for $2.4M.
This bedroom has an en-suite shower room. Not bad.
Down to the rec room.
No kitchenette, but they have a fridge down here.
I thought that was a bar, but it's just a dining table on the right.
The 5th bd. is down here, too.
I don't see a bathroom down here, but there's a laundry room and storage.
There's a nice yard. The home is just on a standard subdivision lot.
It's about 2 blocks from Jamaica Bay, so you can keep a boat there.
A sitting area is centered around an Indonesian rattan sofa bed, complemented by a Moroccan bench, a Turkish pouf, and sconces designed by Juan Montoya.
Entrance: In the entrance hall, an Italian church altar dating back to the 17th century serves as a focal point, adorned with Moroccan candlesticks and an antique vase from Indonesia. An Indian mirror, an Indonesian ceramic planter, and a Moroccan carved wooden door and pendant contribute to the eclectic atmosphere. The flooring boasts antique Colombian mosaic tiles, while a 17th-century church pedestal stands as a wooden sculpture.
The staircase banister showcases the intricate handiwork of a local artisan, while the pendant lighting is of Moroccan origin. Adding a touch of cultural flair, the tapestry adorning the space is a suzani from Central Asia.
A sofa bed from Indonesia takes center stage, adorned with batik pillows and an ikat. The accompanying teak bench and cocktail table also hail from Indonesia, while an Art Deco armchair from Colombia adds a distinctive touch. Completing the ensemble, the fiber-and-leather rugs are crafted by Mamayana.
Photography by Ricardo Labougle, all photos via Elledecor.
Modern indoor pool with curved ceiling and mosaic tiles.
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The Nemi ships were two ships, of different size, built under the reign of the Roman emperor Caligula in the 1st century AD on Lake Nemi. Although the purpose of the ships is only speculated upon, the larger ship was an elaborate floating palace, which contained quantities of marble, mosaic floors, heating and plumbing, and amenities such as baths. Both ships featured technology thought to have been developed historically much later. It has been stated that the emperor was influenced by the lavish lifestyles of the Hellenistic rulers of Syracuse and Ptolemaic Egypt. Recovered from the lake bed in 1929, the ships were destroyed by fire in 1944 during World War II.
Lake Nemi (Italian: Lago di Nemi, Latin: Nemorensis Lacus) is a small circular volcanic lake in the Lazio region of Italy, 30 km (19 mi) south of Rome. It has a surface of 1.67 km2 (0.64 sq mi) and a maximum depth of 33 m (108 ft).
There is considerable speculation regarding why the emperor Caligula chose to build two large ships on such a small lake. From the size of the ships it was long held that they were pleasure barges, though, as the lake was sacred, no ship could sail on it under Roman law (Pliny the Younger, Litterae VIII-20) implying a religious exemption.[1]
The hull had been sheathed in three layers of lead sheathing to protect the timbers from shipworms; as there are none in freshwater lakes, this design feature was not only costly of effort and weight but useless. It is evidence that the ships' hulls were constructed following standardised Roman shipbuilding techniques rather than being purpose-built. The topside timbers were protected by paint and tarred wool and many of their surfaces decorated with marble, mosaics, and gilded copper roof tiles. There was a lack of coordination between the structure of the hull and that of the superstructures, which suggests that naval architects designed the hulls, and civil architects then designed the superstructure to use the space available after the hulls were completed.[1] After their recovery, the ships' hulls were found to be completely empty and unadorned.
location : fanny's.
status : closed for dominic @laughstrack
she’s reached that stage of drunkenness when her need to be liked becomes almost unbearable. in drunkenness, her sensitivity is only amplified ; one wrong word or sour-edged glance might shatter her harder than the pop of a confetti balloon. leo’s nowhere to be found, and with every minute that passes she has to fight the urge to send him a paragraph threatening to throw herself off something, or at someone, whichever comes first. she’d come to fanny’s hoping that she might find solace in frankie but he’s too busy being infatuated with jules to notice her. lovely, gorgeous, irreverent, perfect-titted traumatised jules. ( she could kill her ) . instead, she’s found comfort in the kindness of strangers, six vodka cranberries down ( she has a uti ) and trying to figure out if she’s missing him because she’s drunk or simply drunk enough to miss him. between pablo and giovanni — two gay italians just here for the holidays — she’s having the time of her life ( or at least it looks like she is, which is basically the same thing ), flung between the two of them to voulez vous, sensually dancing like they’re sophie and sky on a broken tiled dolphin mosaic courtyard in kalokairi rather than the sticky dance floor of fannies. body twirled into one set of arms, she’s sent twisting back out towards the other, a screaming mess of joy, but overshoots it, hands letting go of giovanni’s as her centre of gravity's thrown off, weight flung into a new body. for a moment, all she can do is laugh tipsily, head buried in an anonymous shoulder, one hand splayed against their chest. “sorry! sorry, we were just—” her eyes snap up, words catching in her mouth. in the dim lights, it takes her vision a second to readjust ( the glasses she’d worn when she knew him have been long since abandoned ). “wait, fuck. dominic? dominic evans? am i dreaming right now?” hands move to pinch all over the skin of her bicep.