It’s colder in Cincinnati today than in Juneau, Alaska. This deep chill has sent my mind drifting to last years’ vacation in Quito, Ecuador and more recently to Solidaridad just outsid…
Source: From Winter with Love…
Thayer Coggin delivers fall perfection: Crisp sunny day. Starry night. Roaring fire. Mingus on the Carouso. Snifter laced with a few splashes of Old Scout all while deep chilln’ in your lea…
Thayer Coggin delivers fall perfection: Crisp sunny day. Starry night. Roaring fire. Mingus on the Carouso. Snifter laced with a few splashes of Old Scout all while deep chilln’ in your leather Cruisin’. Milo Baughman’s iconic chair and ottoman are primo in the gentlemen’s guide to fine living and lounging. Ladies love it too, especially in espresso with dark bronze finish. Come to Switch on Fourth (312 West Fourth) to experience this masterpiece of American craftsmanship. We’re taking orders now for holiday arrival: (513) 421-1901.
A Sonnet and 2 Poems to Autumn: Shakespeare, Keats and Dunbar
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)” by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
“To Autumn” by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
“Merry Autumn” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught ’em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.
In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.
Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.
The seed burs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.
A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.
The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.
The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.
Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.
Finally, all you need to know to keep her (or him) happy…
A Gift for Her (or him): Alicia Adams Alpaca throws, shawls and pillows
Everything (s)he’s always wanted to ease her mind during those chilly nights: an authentic hand-hewn, ultra-soft alpaca garment. Exquisitely designed and impeccably made, Switch features practically the entire Alicia Adams collection in store. Feel the softness and warmth; full collection on display at Switch.
For a private consultation, call (513) 421-1901 or email Drew@switchcollection.com.
New Showroom at 312 West Fourth Street opens to great acclaim.
Featuring modern furniture and lighting, the new two-story showroom is beautifully curated with exquisite Italian and American brands, including Saba Italia, Antonello, Thayer Coggin, SanGiacomo, Lafer Recliner, Danican and more… Here’s what Cincinnati Refined says,
You must see this place. It’s more than we could have ever imagined. Walk-in hours are Monday – Saturday 10am – 6pm. As always, we are available for in-home consultation and private appointments.
(Zaha Hadid. Photo Cred: Slamp)
In light of the passing of Zaha Hadid, we wanted to highlight this amazing architect, and her incredible accomplishments.
Zaha Hadid was born in Bagdad, Iraq, and later became a naturalized citizen of Great Britain where she founded her own studio. From the beginning of her career in architecture, she had something new – and people were starting to see it.
Her work was innovative, fearless, original and extraordinary. For straying away from linear, breaking boundaries, and creating some of the most unique buildings in the world, Zaha Hadid became known world-wide. With this in mind, she caught the attention of Cincinnati, as they caught the attention of her with the construction of the Contemporary Arts Center.
Contemporary Arts Center
Hadid strived to understand how space is used, and how to utilize it. Her work was showcased with the construction of the London Aquatics Centre for the 2012 Olympics.
London Aquatics Centre
While there is no doubt that Zaha Hadid was an inspirational leader for women, becoming the first woman to win the Pritzker Architecture Prize, and the first woman to win the Royal Gold Medal, she wanted to be seen as simply, “an architect.”
Recently, she graced the world of lighting, with her design when she designed the Aria and Avia by Slamp. We are proud to have brought her work into our collection to share with our clients and customers. We are thrilled to have the Transparent Aria hanging in our front window!
Aria by Slamp
As we remember Zaha Hadid, we want to say Thank You. Thank you for showing the world that it’s ok to break tradition, it’s ok to experiment, to be yourself, and to prove to the world that new can be absolutely beautiful.
Avia by Slamp
(Photos by Slamp, Time Out, and A Casas Vieram de Noite)