Saturday, 13 June 2015

A Peek Inside the Abode of a Has-Been...

Brentwood was definitely not my neck of the woods. The conventional wisdom about this upscale 'hood was that it was a place where people air-kissed, compared implants, and did lunch. During my stint in Beverly Hills, I discovered that the cliches were pretty much true.

The hills north of Sunset were jammed with multimillion-dollar estates hidden behind many millions more dollars' worth of landscaping. All to create the illusion of privacy. The farther north you went, and the higher you climbed into the hills, the narrower the streets became, and the more obscure the street signs were. I strained to find Rockingham Drive.

There was a cruiser parked up ahead, where a uniformed officer directed traffic. A few civilians milled around outside an iron security gate. Some of them had the nervous, unfed look of reporters. Still, the scene was not exactly bustling with activity. I got the impression that the main show had come and gone.

I slipped unnoticed past the press and through the gate, where I got my first look at the larger Tudor-style house overhung with old eucalyptus trees. The manicured grounds seemed to glow an unnatural shade of green in the midday light. In one corner of the lawn stood a child's playhouse. O.J. Simpson might be a has-been, I thought, but he must still be bringing in serious bucks to manage the upkeep on this place.

A white Ford Bronco sat nosed into the curb on Rockingham. Extending up the driveway from the rear of the vehicle was a trail of reddish-brown spots. The rust-colored droplets stopped several yards short of the house. The front door was open and in the foyer I could see more droplets. They appeared to be blood. Gingerly, careful to disturb nothing, I stepped inside.

Search warrant or no, it always felt weird to me to walk into the house of a stranger. But there's also a voyeuristic fascination: what a person chooses to surround himself with tells you a lot about him. This interior of O.J. Simpson's house was exquisitely appointed with overstuffed white furniture, Lalique glass, and Berber carpeting. And yet the place gave off a faint odor of mildew and neglect.

"Hey, Marcia, come upstairs. I want to show you something." It was Brad Roberts. I followed him up the spiral staircase, where the wall was lined with photographs, mostly shots of O.J. Simpson with various fat cats.

It was on that stairway that I got my first look at the face of Nicole Brown Simpson.

She was blond, with handsome, almost mannish, features. Her hair, teeth, and skin all had that gloss peculiar to the West Side elite. In some of the photos she was with a pair of lovely brown-skinned children, a boy and a girl. They all wore ski attire. Her face was difficult to read. The expression in all the photos was uniformly happy, but her eyes were glazed. She had - how would you describe it  - a thousand-yard stare.

By now,  I knew that the Simpson had been divorced for two years. I found it peculiar that he still had her pictures everywhere. The photos of my ex were long gone from the walls and end tables.

I peeked into the master bedroom suite. From that vantage point I could see only the top and one side of the bed. Brad Roberts knelt on the floor. He reached under the box spring and, using his fingertips, pulled out a framed photo. It showed Nicole and her husband in evening dress.

"Is that the way you found it?" I asked.
"Yep," he replied. "Just like that. Facedown. Under the bed."
"Make sure they get a photo of that." I told him.

Marcia Clark
Without a Doubt
(New York: Penguin Books 1998)

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

As Tee Makes Plans, the Story of Nicole's House Continues...

Firstly, I must say ‘Thank you’ to all for your kind wishes about my unanticipated and quick return to York last year and your messages of support about the attendant tribulations of having to move one’s abode, in 12th scale and otherwise have been much appreciated!

As you can see, my delightful fluff-ball has also fully recovered from the arduous task of moving nest...

In addition, I am happy to reassure those of you who having expressed particular concern about the safety of my secret stash of chocolate, that my supplies remain undiscovered, abundant and more importantly (for my waistline at least!) - untouched!

And now with several of my ‘Small Worlds’ also remaining untouched as it were; cocooned as bubble wrap pupae, a work shed in some semblance of order and a garden room designated for my exclusive use, I decided to reconsider the proposal offered by a colleague last year and accept a Mission: Possible...

For my mission, now that I have chosen to accept it, will see the creation of a contemporary Tudor-style house inspired by the photographic images of Nicole's former exquisite life-size home using only the bare pieces of MDF that form the Mountfield kit supplied by the Dolls House Emporium

A caveat of my mission is that I have been asked to keep a journal from ‘conception to completion’ that will detail my ideas for the interior design including paint samples, fabric swatches, kitchen planning, lighting, and oh, landscaping!

Did I tell you that I also have to create the garden?

It was perhaps rather apt that the reaction of a family member upon taking delivery of the three large boxes that arrived at my home one sunny Friday in June was “Flaming Hell!”…

And with the boxes now emptied of their contents, the dry-build is now complete…

As I plan to share my musings on the making of this miniature estate on this *BLOG* A House on Rockingham! The Story of Nicole’s House Continues… I hope that you will continue to pop over when you can for the door will always be open!

 Bye for now!

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Sunday, 7 September 2014

A Most Popular 'Small' World!

Having recently 'tweaked' the design of the first blog that I ever started some years ago which appropriately goes by the title of 'Miniatures and Mayhem!';  I decided to indulge in a little statistical analysis that the might of Google offers to those with the time or inclination to do so.

Now any form of number crunching has rarely been to my taste and it was not the most enjoyable 30 minutes of my life but I have to admit that I was surprised by the nuggets of information that my statistical browsing revealed including the posts that had attracted the highest number of visitors to my 'Small Worlds'.

And without exception, the 'Small World' that had received the most virtual visitors was a contemporary beach house that I had created in 2009 as a tribute to the life and essence of Nicole Brown Simpson which I called simply 'Nicole's House'.

The process of evolution is a very important within all of my 'Small Worlds' and as the room settings have changed and I have shared new images and insights about 'Nicole's House with the followers of 'Miniatures and Mayhem!'; it would appear that this 12th scale abode remains the most popular place to visit!

Welcome to a quick tour of 'Nicole's House'... Somewhere in a Small World!

'The Kitchen'
'The Bathroom'
'The Sunken Living Room'
'The Garden Terrace'
'The Sun Roof'

'Nicole's House' (875 South Bundy Drive Circa June 1994) 
Created in 2009 
(38 x 19 x 34)

Bye for now!


Sunday, 8 June 2014

Everything Stops for Tee...

In addition, I am also frequently to be located within the annals of Regency history and in particular the year 1815 as the design for my abode for the delightful Lord Byron called 13 Piccadilly Terrace circa 1815 continues...

'A Portrait of Lord Byron in the Hallway of 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the Year 1815'

And although the pots of distemper paint, lime wash and brown mahogany wood dye have been packed away for the moment, a large cardboard box containing the gorgeous silks for the soft furnishings awaits...

I can handle fabrics that I can glue but, alas, the art of the needle is beyond me!

'The Drawing Room of 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the Year 1815'

It is fortunate that as I am also an enthusiastic social networker who travels through cyber space to the lands of Blogger and Facebook, tumbling into Tumblr and ‘tweeting’ to Twitter, I have been able to meet other miniaturists whose skills can more than compensate for my shortcomings.

Artists such as Louise Goldsborough of Angelique Miniatures have positively embraced the art of miniature couture on my behalf and Hayley Bedells of MiniMunchies has managed to create a delicious feast or two for my ‘Small World’ inhabitants which is something my own family have been known to long for!

Now what I most long for is a nice cup of tea and perhaps a chunk or two of chocolate!
Bye for now!

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It's Tee Time!

I am also the artist and designer of St Margaret's Miniature Parish Church and Parish Hall which is an old church and a parish hall with a scruffy and charming graveyard that captured a sense of our history and yet is forever changing... a peaceful place for reflection and thanksgiving that remains "alive" with the human presence.

Celebrating Pentecost at St Margaret's Parish Church... Somewhere in a Small World!

It was the artist Henri Matisse who said that "there will always be flowers for those who want to see them" and although I am no fan of his work, I do love his philosophy!

For many years I lived and breathed a world of flora and fauna as a floral designer and although my life has taken many strange twists and turns since I began as a 'green-fingered' recruit in my teenage years; there will always be a place in my heart for a flower or two.

'Something Blue' Cheerful Pots of Daisies Await...

Having already created 'Bouvier's Flower Shop' several years ago, I have simply been unable to resist the opportunity to design another small world of flowers and so I have created the Brentwood Flower Market which now can be found nestled within a quaint Tudor building that has all the appeal of a typical rustic flower shop and which remains alive with the human presence.

The Brentwood Flower Market Prepares for All Hallows Eve...

Bye for now..

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