Pretty Tiles and Thoughts of an Old Fogie

As we were walking around Club Street and Ann Siang Hill, towards our lunch destination, the pretty tile designs on the walls called out to me. The prettiest ones I saw looked like they have been here since the seventies.

These days tiles have become really expensive, so I know that some people just use a few on their white walls for decorative effect. When we had them back in the day, no one really looked and appreciated them and we probably yearned for a more modern look then.

It’s strange how we appreciate things years later and they become vintage, rare and expensive. I am still thinking of all the vinyl records that were thrown out together with the old record player. I was just a kid then so I never quite learned how placing a needle on the surface produced music  – it totally blew my mind. I guess I was also afraid to scratch the record so my dad always played it for us. I thought he was a genious for knowing where to place the needle so that the exact song we wanted was played.  The sound quality was just soothing and we used to fall asleep to musical records for children.

The design and the colours of these blue tiles seem so perfect. I wonder who designed them.

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And such a pretty effect against the mostly white facade.

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There were also the newer funky skull tiles. From afar they just looked like a pretty monochromatic design till I saw them up close.  And again those lovely green glass on the windows that we used to have back in good old days.  The sliding windows we have now seem dull in comparison.  The old stuff was hard to clean though. Can you imagine cleaning those grills, and often we had really ornate patterned ones.

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This place must come alive at night. I am not a clubbing kind of person. Even when I was younger. But once in a while it’s nice to soak in the lively atmosphere. The last time I went to a club was for my cousin’s hen party. It wasn’t quite a club I guess but more like a music bar where they served really expensive food and drinks. The reason why I can’t get used to clubs was that you can never quite hold a conversation and the music was always deafening. I also can’t bear smoke, especially stale smoke. Yup I was quite the fuddy duddy, even back when I was in my thirties. In my twenties it was still new and exciting.

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I am a sucker for rose designs. Just sweetness. Rose designs were big in the seventies. Makes me recall our rose mugs and plates. We even had a toothbrush holder with a huge red rose on it.

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If we were not in a hurry I could spend a lot of time here just photographing the tiles.

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7 Responses to Pretty Tiles and Thoughts of an Old Fogie

  1. Lady J says:

    They are v pretty tiles indeed! Love the angles which these shots are captured!

  2. chucuta says:

    Yep you right, the blue tiles are perfect and the other one with the roses… ahhh… just lovely! Anyway I was on vacation in Barcelona a week ago and made these photos:

    Maybe you like it too!
    Greetings from Hamburg, Germany,

  3. imp says:

    These tiles are lovely! The mosaic ones as well. We’ve so little of them left. Each time I travel, I’m most fascinated by….tiles. 🙂

    • bookjunkie says:

      Sometimes I wish we had kept some of out old tiles from the 70’s, but back then we didn’t really appreciate them. Nice to see old buildings and features.

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