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Like a Pig in Mud With a Long Life Ahead
Little did I know, while sitting pretty at the Ludlow in Lower East Side NYC last autumn, how many things I was taking for granted in this captured moment. The freedom of flying and ease of entering a foreign country, the comfort of an avocado toast served in a...
Be a Scribe to Your Time
Early on in the pandemic (how’s that for a fairytale starting sentence) a spectacular emerging artist from the U.K. who I follow, wrote that artists who didn’t acknowledge this earth shattering shift would be denying or ignoring the completeness and truth of their...
An Unfinished Vignette
Since you have shown love for my unfinished vignettes, here is another one. Curtains are not up, chandelier is in flux, and my bespoke coffee table of my design from a sculptural piece of cedar driftwood I picked out from my lake, has yet to replace these lovely ones...
From Me to We
My bliving room is still not done, and now, only God knows if and when it ever will be, and when or if that will ever matter to me again. Self Isolation is really an eye opening exercise. It is as if Mother Nature put us in timeout to think about what we have done,...
An arch is an arch is an arch
An arch is an arch is an arch said no one to someone in particular. And yet arches have inundated our thirsty souls and spaces with their feminine shape and mystic form. In French one would say arches inspire « le Recueil ». A gathering of meditative and peaceful...
Seeing this picture come to life
I will not be able to adequately express the emotion I had seeing this picture come to life. While a muted morning sun slanted through tall windows, I was sitting in the lobby corner wiling my time away waiting for my son with a hot cup of java at the ready. I had...
Kelly Wearstler has gone and done it again
Kelly Wearstler has gone and done it again. The just opened Proper Hotel Santa Monica has all the markings of an instant iconic hotel. Kelly’s proficiency and fluidity in the language of texture has reached new levels. The best kept secret I have for any design geek...
Let me introduce you to my bliving room
Let me introduce you to my bliving room. That’s right. You heard it here first folks. After my walk in closet with a window was stolen from underneath me because my partner chooses to stand up to have a shower (have you EVAH heard) I gilded the silver lined lily of...
I was the only person in color
I was the only person in color at Restoration Hardware. Until our new home is built I will be wearing our home’s colors. Yes I am going to the dark side and doing beige...but really, did you not get the safari memo? Touches of burnt mud, Masai ochre, Gobi sands, cream...
Hundred years of alterations means one hundred years of layering
Wouldn’t you know that one hundred years of alterations means one hundred years of layering. It takes guts to filet a heritage house. To find the delicate bones beneath the aggregated flesh. Yet this is where the beauty is oft hidden away. There may have been a trying...
Like a Pig in Mud With a Long Life Ahead
Little did I know, while sitting pretty at the Ludlow in Lower East Side NYC last autumn, how many things I was taking for granted in this captured moment. The freedom of flying and ease of entering a foreign country, the comfort of an avocado toast served in a...
Be a Scribe to Your Time
Early on in the pandemic (how’s that for a fairytale starting sentence) a spectacular emerging artist from the U.K. who I follow, wrote that artists who didn’t acknowledge this earth shattering shift would be denying or ignoring the completeness and truth of their...
An Unfinished Vignette
Since you have shown love for my unfinished vignettes, here is another one. Curtains are not up, chandelier is in flux, and my bespoke coffee table of my design from a sculptural piece of cedar driftwood I picked out from my lake, has yet to replace these lovely ones...
From Me to We
My bliving room is still not done, and now, only God knows if and when it ever will be, and when or if that will ever matter to me again. Self Isolation is really an eye opening exercise. It is as if Mother Nature put us in timeout to think about what we have done,...
An arch is an arch is an arch
An arch is an arch is an arch said no one to someone in particular. And yet arches have inundated our thirsty souls and spaces with their feminine shape and mystic form. In French one would say arches inspire « le Recueil ». A gathering of meditative and peaceful...
Seeing this picture come to life
I will not be able to adequately express the emotion I had seeing this picture come to life. While a muted morning sun slanted through tall windows, I was sitting in the lobby corner wiling my time away waiting for my son with a hot cup of java at the ready. I had...
Kelly Wearstler has gone and done it again
Kelly Wearstler has gone and done it again. The just opened Proper Hotel Santa Monica has all the markings of an instant iconic hotel. Kelly’s proficiency and fluidity in the language of texture has reached new levels. The best kept secret I have for any design geek...
Let me introduce you to my bliving room
Let me introduce you to my bliving room. That’s right. You heard it here first folks. After my walk in closet with a window was stolen from underneath me because my partner chooses to stand up to have a shower (have you EVAH heard) I gilded the silver lined lily of...
I was the only person in color
I was the only person in color at Restoration Hardware. Until our new home is built I will be wearing our home’s colors. Yes I am going to the dark side and doing beige...but really, did you not get the safari memo? Touches of burnt mud, Masai ochre, Gobi sands, cream...
Hundred years of alterations means one hundred years of layering
Wouldn’t you know that one hundred years of alterations means one hundred years of layering. It takes guts to filet a heritage house. To find the delicate bones beneath the aggregated flesh. Yet this is where the beauty is oft hidden away. There may have been a trying...