/THE EDIT
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...
Have you had the red velvet waffles at the Clarendon yet?
Have you had the red velvet waffles at the Clarendon yet? As I sit here in Boston my Sunday brunch game is dreaming a little dream of the berry soft waffles coated in whipped cream and fruit coulis.
My mood boards for the “Paper-mill Safari” concept
My mood boards for the “Paper-mill Safari” concept are shaping up. I give you two of these for illustration. Words of encouragement much appreciated. Building permits are being submitted after being approved by heritage and now it is really down to spatial...
See? You only need to ask once
The Clarendon’s “Moules Frites and Makeout” snug pub where last night some very tired parents (Ottawa euphemism for hungover) had a smorgasbord of meatballs, braised beef, lamb skewers and trout, mushroom demi poutine, fried cauliflower, scotch egg, tomato flatbread...
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an all green restaurant before.
Balls out design requires suspension of fear and doubt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an all green restaurant before and there may be a legitimate reason that floated in my mind to spook me every week on this job: green gives us a sickly pallor when misused. At the...
The luxury of luxury is a sentiment to behold daintily.
The luxury of luxury is a sentiment to behold daintily. My trip back to my old haunt, the lower East Side, is part obligation, part work and all fun. I came as a director of the Council of Canadian American Relations but will be leaving as the “Road Warrior” for Luxe...
For all those who think design does not matter in the grand scheme of things.
For all those who think design does not matter in the grand scheme of things: I present Exhibit A. This exuberantly youthful morsel of skittle kitsch served up at Miami’s Airport was just the sunny saccharine pop I needed before a lengthy white knuckle flight home.
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...
Have you had the red velvet waffles at the Clarendon yet?
Have you had the red velvet waffles at the Clarendon yet? As I sit here in Boston my Sunday brunch game is dreaming a little dream of the berry soft waffles coated in whipped cream and fruit coulis.
My mood boards for the “Paper-mill Safari” concept
My mood boards for the “Paper-mill Safari” concept are shaping up. I give you two of these for illustration. Words of encouragement much appreciated. Building permits are being submitted after being approved by heritage and now it is really down to spatial...
See? You only need to ask once
The Clarendon’s “Moules Frites and Makeout” snug pub where last night some very tired parents (Ottawa euphemism for hungover) had a smorgasbord of meatballs, braised beef, lamb skewers and trout, mushroom demi poutine, fried cauliflower, scotch egg, tomato flatbread...
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an all green restaurant before.
Balls out design requires suspension of fear and doubt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an all green restaurant before and there may be a legitimate reason that floated in my mind to spook me every week on this job: green gives us a sickly pallor when misused. At the...
The luxury of luxury is a sentiment to behold daintily.
The luxury of luxury is a sentiment to behold daintily. My trip back to my old haunt, the lower East Side, is part obligation, part work and all fun. I came as a director of the Council of Canadian American Relations but will be leaving as the “Road Warrior” for Luxe...
For all those who think design does not matter in the grand scheme of things.
For all those who think design does not matter in the grand scheme of things: I present Exhibit A. This exuberantly youthful morsel of skittle kitsch served up at Miami’s Airport was just the sunny saccharine pop I needed before a lengthy white knuckle flight home.