What stops me is never on Pinterest.
It's a doorway I passed on a street I'll probably never walk again.
A crack in old plaster.
A color that only existed for about ten minutes when the light hit it just right.
A tile worn smooth by thousands of feet.
Things I couldn't have searched for because I didn't know to look for them.
I just noticed them.
I Keep Things That Stop Me
Santa Barbara, California
Southern California
Lake Tahoe, California
Santa Cruz, California
Las Catalinas, Costa Rica
Grand Canyon, Arizona
Mexico
THIS ISN'T A MOOD BOARD.
I'm not collecting rooms to recreate.
I'm paying attention to what I respond to before I have a reason for it.
The color.
The shadow.
The strange combination.
The worn thing.
The detail that shouldn't work, but does.
Because your taste doesn't always arrive as an opinion.
Sometimes it starts as a reaction.
So is the house you photographed on vacation.
The hotel room you still remember.
The chair you keep choosing.
The things you almost bought.
You're already leaving clues everywhere.
You don't need to find your style.
You need to notice what keeps finding you.