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{This is what the kitchen looked like before Dahl invaded with her wild flowers and vintage wares.}
Finding out the kitchen used for the series was not actually her's was a little like finding out there was no such thing as the tooth fairy. Just a little bit heart-breaking. The house is actually owned by a London-based photographer and is available to rent for photo shoots. I've seen it a lot recently in interior design magazines and store catalogs. Not gonna lie; I kind of want to rent it out myself for a shoot just so that I can frame the pictures and pretend I live there. *sigh*
“I ate more cake, read tragic French novels and hated the fields and stupid fences I was surrounded by. I longed for London, a minor Parisian appetite, lithe limbs, complication and Chantal Thomass knickers. Mercifully, the knowledge of how to aquire such things remained totally out of my reach.“
Sophie Dahl
--It seems Miss Dahl and I have shared the same feeling of misery that being landlocked brings.
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