Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I Am Loving It

No, this is not a McDonald's endorsement. On Mugatu's recommendation I just saw I Am Love (Io sono l'amore), which tells the story of the Recchi family:


An Agnelli-esque manufacturing dynasty whose lives are equal parts raging melodrama and quiet chicness. This is the most stylish film I've seen in 2010, to the point that I'd now like to be reincarnated as one of Tilda Swinton's (who speaks flawless Italian AND Russian in her role) immaculately tailored shifts. Other points of inspiration:


The Recchi compound, actually Milan's Villa Necchi Campiglio. Note its massive mahogany central stair, grounded by a saffron-colored low pile carpet and succulent garden. Saffron and loden green is the new color combination, by the way.


Family matriarch Allegra's (the delicious Marisa Berenson channeling Fe Fendi, according to Muugs) sitting room. Here she chats tensely with Russkie-born daughter-in-law Emma on the edge of a canapé stacked with Old Masters while two perfectly comfy chairs and a servant beckon in the foreground. Icy hot!


More servants and curtain embroidery that would make the gals at Penn & Fletcher weep.


Starkly unadorned walls (like in the photo at top) and this monolithic green marble fireplace behind gramps. The anteroom it anchors contains two very simple, two-seater sofas with jade green linen slipcovers, contrast piping, and no pillows. You know that I know that high-low is the way to go.

Whoa.

The storyline sort of drags as much as it soars, but if you love food (allegory alert) or interiors or smart cashmere separates you'll be in heaven. If not, go see it for Tilda's performance alone ... in my opinion she and Annette Bening (from The Kids Are All Right) will be vying for Best Actress next year.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Honorable Mentions

To my Sportif Car of the Summer contest:


Lemon yellow International Harvester Scout.


Battleship gray Volkswagen Type 181, known colloquially as "the Thing" (cough, cough).


90s teal Saab 900 Cabriolet. Boxy is back.

(Can you tell I miss driving? Meanwhile those losers at the MTA want to cap 'unlimited' Metrocards at 90 rides per month. No fair!!)

It's a Jolly Holiday



Having subscribed to Old Car Trader for three years of my childhood, I pride myself on still being able to identify most makes and models. I know my Firebirds from my TransAms and can tell you what year Mercedes switched to ugly safety bumpers on their SL convertibles (1974).

So it's rare that I come across a completely new, old car. I first spotted the Fiat Jolly in Vanity Fair this month, photographed outside of some high-hedged Palm Beach manse. Is this not the perfect car for summer?? No doors, wicker seats, and an awning-stripe top. I'm obsessed! Apparently only about 100 Jollys remain in existence, but I bet George Clooney keeps one on Lake Como, right next to his Top Secret Waitress Girlfriend Cloning Laboratory.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Two Redds

Are having a moment right now and deserve your attention. First is Ms. Candi Redd (née Vamecia Rhodes)


a Houston native who gives us the immortal lyric "Ricky Bobby/Stanky Leg/Jig Get It Big" on her obscenely catchy new single "Independent" (NSFW, unless you work for Diddy).

Next is of course Atlanta's own Miles Redd, the Artist Formerly Still Known As Mugatu, who gets it big big BIG in this month's Town & Country with a 16-page story (!!) on an equally epic undertaking:


That's Muugs with fellow Atlantans Glen and Danielle Rollins, friends and owners of Boxwood, the jewel in architect Philip Shutze's crown. The house and gardens go on for months! Here's my fave shot of their peacock blue satin living room (via The Peak of Chic):


Mega-chic!!! I'm a little sad they didn't include the third floor, Mongiardino-inspired movie room, but alas. This project came early during my tenure as Number 2 -- one I never saw in person, though I easily earned a Masters degree in scenic wallpaper configuring the DeGournay in Danielle's dressing room! Kudos to Miles and Danielle's collaborative effort and thank the decorating gods for clients who really WENT for it. As they say down South it just shows, honey.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Astrological Society Analysis: Bunny Mellon


Soon-to-be centenarian Rachel "Bunny" Lambert Mellon (b. August 9, 1910; a Leo) gives her first official interview since 1969 in Vanity Fair this month to James Reginato. The Listerine/steel heiress still loves to garden, employing some 100 folks to maintain her Virginia compound, Oak Spring Farms, where Rothkos hang next to Shaker benches and trompe l'oeil murals depict her work clothes and cigarettes. Bunny doesn't do pretense. She does, however, apparently love a Gemini dude. To wit:

1. Paul Mellon (b. June 11, 1907; pictured above), heir to the Mellon Bank fortune and second husband.

2. Robert Isabell (b. June 2, 1952), event designer par excellence and companion of 25+ years.

3. John Edwards (b. June 10, 1953), sleazebag politician and object of Bun-Bun's significant largesse (allegedly siphoned through her decorator!), intended to "save the world" from Dubya.

I'm grasping to figure out her attraction to the Twins man ... is it because she herself inhabited two (or more) worlds? I do love that she and Paul tired of the grand, neo-Georgian house designed by William Adams Delano and built a farmhouse/pseudo-hamlet on the same property. Talk about duality! Or perhaps she found a kindred spirit in the Gemini: according to Starsky and Cox he's "the zodiac's premier urbane figure, the proverbial man on the pavement with his ear perpetually to the ground and his finger on the pulse of cultural trends." After all, we're talking about a woman who was on a first-name basis with Diego Giacommetti, Joseph Pilates, and Carl Jung and who entertained presidents and queens.

In any case, Bunny's Leo-like loyalty (she relied on Balenciaga to create every stitch of her clothing until his retirement, then switched to Givenchy) should be admired. Consistency is chic. Brava, Bunny -- I hope you live to 125!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Ranch Undressing

As you know I'm back in the Bible Belt and instead of collecting tar balls on the beach I've been tooling around in the Green Manatee (family minivan) and checking out real estate. It's sort of my favorite pastime.

Okay, freebasing Chick Fil-A nuggets is my true fave but playing the "What would I do differently?" game, neighborhood by neighborhood, ranks a close second. And I'm finally ready to broach a subject that's bothered me since birth ... probably a touchy one but I know I'm not alone here, so let's just rip the Band-Aid off the hairy arm:

If you own a home and that home has shutters (traditional, plantation or otherwise) and those shutters aren't operational, kindly remove them and take them to the landfill.

For serious! Make your own shutter/shudder joke here, but they're meant to swing on hinges and cover the entire (non-picture) window, and are usually found on house styles that predate WWII. This looks ridiculous:



Neo-colonial door surrounds, I'm talking to you too. Why not embrace the ranch-iness of your house and go shutter-free, like these folks did:


Maybe this is a good time to talk about ranch style houses in general. I used to hate 'em but, then again, I used to hate the color purple ("YOU told Mugatu to beat me!") and coffee. But Paul Rudolph changed my mind:


Above is a house the mid-century master designed in my old Pcola neighborhood. Horizontally, asymmetrically chic, right? Here's its unpedigreed cousin across town:


A bit more 'Brady Bunch' meets Methodist day care center, but I still love! But neither of these examples have the stock, side-by-side windows many ranch owners are stuck with. Entire blogs are devoted to this topic but here's my fairly cheap and straightforward approach to houses like Goldenbrick (third from the top which I think has great potential):

Paint all exterior walls -- brick, stucco, cement block, shingles, siding -- off-white. Benjamin Moore's Atrium White or the slightly darker China White are nice options for avoiding the blinding brightness of Home Depot primer. Tempted to go darker? Don't, because let's be real: "greige" looks as dreary as it sounds. If you have nice, wood-framed or steel casement windows, paint those high-gloss black. Fat aluminum/vinyl-clad versions should stay off-white.

Ditch any aforementioned door surrounds, classical columns rendered in plastic, balustrades and swirly wrought iron supports or railings. Replace with simple square wood posts (no trim on base or capital) or round metal as in Ranch #2's overhang entry.

Replace low-pitched roofing materials with galvanized metal. Too spendy? (I honestly wouldn't know; I rent.) Dark grey or black asphalt shingles will do.

Paint the front door a bright, pure color like kelly green, tulip red, lemon yellow, or electric blue in oil-based high gloss ... also do you have a screen door? Take that to the landfill along with the vinyl shutters. They may actually serve a purpose but can't you get an insect-free breeze going by opening a screened window? Screen doors always look rickety and dirty, and they annihilate a pretty entry. Front-facing garage doors stay off-white.

Rip out ALL landscaping elements save mature trees (did I mention this is a minimalist makeover?) and replace with a single row of crisp boxwood hedge along the facade, with maybe another single row on one side of a front walk. No fountains, birdfeeders, sago palms, evergreen topiaries ... just straight horizontal lines. Keep sod trimmed to golf course height.

I can already hear the cries: "Painted brick takes maintenance!" Well, I really don't mind paint chipping off colored brick; just pressure wash every now and then and let it age naturally. Same for rust on galvanized roofing.

Of course this is all take-it-or-leave-it unsolicited advice, but please take it and be finished by next week. And send photos!

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Red, White and My Boo

Happy Fourth from the Gulf Coast! Call your congressperson and scream about the tragedy that is this oil spill, but first enjoy my bits of patriotic inspiration:


Cole Haan Air Colton Saddle Oxfords (where's this color combo on their site??)


A Twombly painting I just homage'd for my condo decorating project (pictures to come!)



And Madge's tone deaf clarion call:

We need beauty
We need art
We need government with a heart!

YES.