{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

Vintage Chic London Apartment of Thornton and Bregazzi (Preen)

{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

Just so texturally brilliant.

So very much lovely

to learn about from

the design team

Preen

and their charming

West London home

photographed by

D y l a n  T h o m a s

(for British Vogue)

Preen is an edgy label known for deconstructed Victoriana, modern tailoring, and skinny silhouettes, and the designing couple’s home is this Victorian three-story house in North Kensington. Shortly after moving in, they camped out in one room and completely did the apartment in six weeks.

{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

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{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

Vintage Chic London Apartment

{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

Vintage Chic London Apartment

{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

Vintage Chic London Apartment

{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

tattered velvet + mirror + distressed leather = anything but grandma’s house

Vintage Chic London Apartment

{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

sheer simple beauty

Thornton & Bregazzi for British Vogue

{Vintage Style Decor Inspiration} A Chic London Apartment by Thornton & Bregazzi

More of the spread featuring Preen’s undone cozy spaces…isn’t it lovely?

Peace to you right where you are.

~michele

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2 Comments

  1. November 28, 2010 / 7:44 pm


    Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang "Cherry Ripe," and another uncle sang "Drake's Drum." It was very warm in the little house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird's Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.

    Dylan Thomas … the poet 😉

  2. December 2, 2010 / 10:32 pm

    Thanks, Rudi. BTW, Thomas' Christmas night sounds just like ours here except it's an emo kid sans parsnip wine, singing about bleeding and death.

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