Articles

  • 1 month ago | businessandamerica.com | Nancy Hass |Mikael Olsson

    IN 1888, THE Swedish painter Carl Larsson and his wife, Karin, were given a remote log cottage in the village of Sundborn, 140 miles north of Stockholm, by her father. Over three decades, the couple transformed the house, which they named Lilla Hyttnäs, into an elaborate meta-art project, a hand-embellished 14-room home for their eight children.

  • 1 month ago | nytimes.com | Nancy Hass |Mikael Olsson

    Video Back transcriptHouse Tour | Lilla HyttnäsA great-great-great-granddaughter of the Swedish painter Carl Larsson leads a tour of the country house where the artist lived with his wife, Karin. Hi. My name is Kajsa Brunkman, and welcome to the home of my great-great-great grandparents, Carl and Karin Larsson here in Sundborn, Sweden. Let's take a look inside. [GENTLE MUSIC] This is Carl's studio. Here, he painted some of his most famous artworks that helped shape Swedish national identity.

  • 2 months ago | elledecor.com | Nancy Hass

    This article originally appeared in the December 2014 issue of ELLE DECOR. For more stories from our archive, subscribe to ELLE DECOR All Access. Rozae Nichols has an obsession with pattern and color—the wilder and more evocative, the better.

  • 2 months ago | taustralia.com.au | Nancy Hass |Victoria Pearson

    It’s hard to find a culture whose adornments don’t include symbols of marine life. From the twin golden fish of Jainism and the nearly 4,000-year-old turquoise-and-gold catfish charm unearthed in Egypt’s Middle Kingdom to the lustreware guppies fashioned by the 20th-century American ceramist Beatrice Wood, the image of the fish, shimmering boldly in the light of the sun or moon, has embodied both the ephemeral and the eternal.

  • Sep 6, 2024 | nytimes.com | Nancy Hass |François Halard

    IN 1985, CHARLES Zana, then 25 and newly graduated from the architecture school at Paris's École des Beaux-Arts, knew what he had to do: move to Manhattan, where the city's post-punk scene was in its flamboyant final days. Garbage swelled the gutters downtown, and a dense collage of graffiti and ragged posters seemed to cover almost every surface. Odessa, a Ukrainian diner on Avenue A frequented by artists and neighborhood characters, never closed on weekends. "It was just fantastic," Zana says.