If ever I have to decorate a house, and one day I suppose I will, it will be one wacky place - think Dr. Seuss meets comic books meets Willy Wonka. In the process of feng shuiing the wild mess of space, I'll probably have to go to Octopus and clear it of all its home goods from brightly colored, wavy-shaped chests of drawers to cheese grater women to mirrors lined in folded bits of magazine. While I was at it, I'll probably buy them clear out of doll-eye earrings encased in Bowie-esque sparkly baubles, umbrellas with the heads and feet of a ladies and, for good measure, the baby spoons that have airplane wings.
In short, I love this place and I love everything in it and it makes my knees quiver with adrenaline every time I set foot and hand and soul in the store. It's actually a painful experience because while the stuff is quite reasonable, its not cheap enough for me to buy like confetti to throw in the air with joy. The store is actually the English version of the French store/company Pylones. Their creations are among the zaniest, brainiest most creative, innovative items to grace the shop shelves of today's commercial world.
Somebody quick get me to help for my Pylonoctophile disorder!1 read more