In the Blue Room




“What do you mean by blue? Describe it.”


I struggled for a moment, failed. “So blue is a name?”


“It is a word. Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man’s will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.”


My head was swimming by this point. “I still don’t understand.”


He laid a hand on my shoulder. “Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating.” He lifted his hands high above his head as if stretching for the sky. “But there are other ways to understanding!” he shouted, laughing like a child. He threw both arms to the cloudless arch of sky above us, still laughing. “Look!” he shouted tilting his head back. 

“Blue! Blue! Blue!” 


― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind




Place Setting: Tory Burch



Chester Jones, bedroom, house in France







“I wonder if Blue knows she’s repainting her room.I wonder if he’s asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I wonder if he knows what being strangled feels like.” 


― Victoria Scott, The Collector




The beautiful interior of Parisian steakhouse and bar Entrecôte in Melbourne by Flack Studio – Vogue Living



Antiques and art cover the walls of Jerez entrepreneur David Fraser-Luckie’s family home. His tapas bar Las Cuadras operates from another part of the property. Photograph by Tom Parker.



Milly Dent, Sydney-based designer and maker of tableware







“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” 


― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance








Guido Cagnacci, david with head of goliath, c.1645-50






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