There aren't many contemporary designers whose work I think about often, out of the blue, like design daydreams. I have design daydreams about pieces by Masanori Oji, mentally installing shelves using his brackets under antique mirrors in bathrooms I do not own,
manically hanging towel bars everywhere just because I like the looks of them,
and screwing his little hooks all over the place, wherever I need to hang anything (mostly because they look like the keys used to wind clocks and bring automatons to life) ...
but the real conflict comes in selecting the right pendant for the breakfast room -- I'm not fussy, but I want them all. I guess I'll have to just use one in each of my pied a terres (London, Stockholm, Lisbon), and another in the garden room of my cottage on Grand Manan, and in the larder of my ancestral sod house in the prairies of Nebraska. Regardless of location, they'll look appropriate and stunning ...
but not stunning in that self conscious, distracting look-at-me-and-how-pretty-I-am, DESIGNDESIGNDESIGN way. I'm sure you know what I mean.
So, my point is that I have a crush on Masanori Oji and want virtually everything he makes. Maybe I could pop down to NYC this weekend to see his work in person and buy everything in sight at the New York International Gift Fair, but something tells me it's sort of industry geared, not design-crush geared.
Sigh. Dreamy. Discovered and admired on Hindsvik.