Stepping inside an Anthropologie store is like stepping into a Marrakech bazaar or a Parisian flea market; full of lust-worthy trinkets and charming knick-knacks. It is usually hard to stop myself from buying everything in sight. That is why the catalog is a safer bet; it’s like a magazine full of tear-out pages that go straight into the inspiration folder, but I rarely shop from it.
This month, Anthropologie stepped into a jungle garden, full of bamboo, stone monuments and hanging cliffs. Once again, I love the bedding and the colorful shoes, the basket bags and bird ornaments. It is a bit of a wonderland. Tell me: are you inspired by this catalog?