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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...
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...
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.
The family room off the kitchen is the crown jewel of “The Gingerbread House”.
The family room off the kitchen is the crown jewel of “The Gingerbread House”. If you look at the before picture with puzzlement it is because there is no longer a window where there once was. There are pitfalls to a house that was built before any other on the block...
“Haute Austrian”
There are a few sad things I see in hopeful but hopeless design and one of them are mantelpieces that go nowhere. A fake is a fake is a fake to riff on a quote by the lovely Gertrude Stein. I would like to briefly talk about indirect lighting too here. This type of...
How to Hustle 101
Part of any business is the hustle. I believe great MBA schools should all have « How To Hustle » 101 all the way to 401. I believe some believe a hustler is born not bred. I believe our children have a leg up on us already. I believe in exploding the square and...
The Bliving Room
Every corner is important in a home. Those who have four are lucky. Those who have more are blessed. Those who have none are deserved of some. I am in the business of making these lost spaces count. Cherish them. Comfort them. Create them. This particular corner has...
How to Cuckhold Covid
How do I start this post. I love writing because I love words. I possibly love words because as a child I was told “children are to be seen but not to be heard”. The written word is still silent. Unless you read out loud. This humbling but warmly coated paternal...
On the Power of Restraint
One of ELLE Decor's last covers was titled “The Power Of Restraint: When To Change Everything Or Nothing At All”. It is not often a designer gets hired to accomplish the latter, but here I was, on the « île enchantée », an island that has remained untouched and...
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...