despite having lived in stockholm for some time and hearing of the eye candy that is the Hallwylska Museum for some time, i just got to visiting today. it's fairly hideous outside and felt like rococo rooms would offset the grey... and was not disappointed. walls made of velvet, walls made of silk, enough gold for the Shahs of Sunset to appreciate--- it's a wonder. the story of the house however lacks a bit in ... story: the gorgeous townhouse was built in 1893 for the owners, (a couple, whose children were already married off and out of the house) with the explicit purpose of one day being a museum, displaying the wife's ornate belongings and antiques. while that works still, as she had great taste and endless finances and obviously amassed a fine collection that should be displayed, there's a sense that with all of the many family portraits that fill the walls there should have been generations of the family running through the halls. i don't believe they lived there for more than 30 years, when the wife fell to her death on the stairs to her bedroom. what it lacks in history and that sense of human presence it still makes up for in the insane details, and i imagine that in good weather the inner courtyard is divine.
right at home with my baby björn
[j.crew cashmere sweater/black fur vest/chanel skirt, bag, boots]
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