My idle threat to turn Errata into a blog about bookshelves has been shelved, since it was pointed out that there's already quite a good blog about bookshelves.

Most "Bookshelf" posts are about designy bookshelves, though some cover bookish art projects, like Richard Wentworth's delightful "False Ceiling," pictured at right.

Best niche blog since Literally, A Web Log. Thanks Robert!

Labels: bookcase, books, bookshelf, literally, Richard Wentworth

Like an architectural version of a text within a text, it's the Bookcase Bedroom, aka the Uroko House. Appears to have been built inside a loft somewhere in Japan. I love that someone did this, but I think I'd want to build it against a wall with a window. Must be dark in there.

This photo-stealing site shows the building sequence nicely, but the original flickr set provides more photos. Thanks to pyeplant for the link.

Ok, Errata is now officially a blog about bookcases.

Labels: bookcase, decor, Flickr, japan, pyeplant, uroko

And by house I'm not talking about a metaphorical or metaphysical empire of words--I'm talking about an actual house. In which one climbs the bookcase staircase to take a seat under the rafters, surrounded by dictionary plastered walls.

A few of these touches by themselves might be just whimsical, but combine them all and the motif is full-bore OCD, where Martha Stewart gets her MLS and stops taking her meds, a house in which you can't not read.

And where you sleep under these bed linens, which tell their own bedtime story. Thanks to reesetee for the link, via Miss Cellania.

You'll be all the cozier knowing the place is insulated with newspaper. Finally a good argument for a physical newspaper instead of the online version: higher R value.

Labels: bookcase, bookinist, decor, Miss Cellania, reesetee

More fun for book fetishists, again from Apartment Therapy: books in the rafters. Exceedingly simple, exceedingly lovely.

Combine this with the bookcase staircase, bookinist, and dictionary wallpaper, and you've pretty much encased yourself in books. The missing piece: readable flooring.

Labels: Apartment Therapy, bookcase

This is the least practical staircase ever. Tabbed treads to throw off eye and foot. Stripped lines all over the place, and in every plane, to toy with your depth perception. Clearly an ankle breaker.

As for the books, they must get punted all the time. And a typical stair riser is not more than 7" high, which means nothing but smallish trade paperbacks under there.

Still, it's totally awesome, and I want one. Park a bookinist at the top, and you're in the catbird seat.

Labels: bookcase, bookinist, books, catbird seat, staircase