Items

If brevity is the soul of wit then I have none. (Wit, I mean. Sold the soul for some silk velvet and a moon pie years ago). Anyway I guess the Lady Meares didn't rub off on me this past weekend at Mar-kitt because she'd title this post 'Items,' load some pics, finish in six words or less and still make me chuckle. But back to Haut Point for a second: Forget "The Next Six Days That Matter"-- a more apt description would've been "The Butch and The Belgian." Seriously, is Restoration Hardware making so much money that every other showroom needs to copy their look?? I love a leather club chair and some bleachy/gray wood just as much as the next chain store shopper, but c'mon. It was like RLX Vervoordt up in that galleria, redeemed only by open bars around every corner.

So I wish I could say all the furniture and accessories heading your way are inspired by these items ... I'll list 'em anyway:

Primary colors. This is the snazziest two-dollar book I've bought on the street in a long time. They just don't make hombres like they used to.


Plaster Giacometti lamps. I saw a copy like this one at a thrift store recently and thought "Hot diggity dang, here's my chance!" Right. What is wrong with America when they're charging less on 1stDibs??


Saw the real deal (I think) at Mrs. MacDougall this morning along with some gorgeous J-M Frank benches and cool Hinson lighting -- sort of like a lightbox drinks table in, guess what, primary colored plexi. The rich [stores] are different.


Print hybrids. What's a teopard? Right now pretty much my favorite animal.

Dear Diary

Photo by Jeff Hirsch

Just a heads up that my little corner of an old, cold, run-down tenement slum is featured on the New York Social Diary House section today. I'm pleased as punch and a little shocked actually -- reminds me of Jewel comparing her first album selling 12 million copies to "a Datsun winning the Indianapolis 500." In any case I'm a big fan of this series and am proud to be in such esteemed company. Thanks to Sian Ballen, Lesley Hauge and Jeff Hirsch for a fun morning!

(Still no headboard, but that's Sally's painting up there! Love.)

Exultation

I could sit here on this discount chintz and pretend like I don't watch every episode of Jersey Shore, worship at the altar of Chick Fil-A, or buy entire suits (GASP) from H&M, but I do. And because my mother's side is 100% Lutheran I'm crippled with guilt over all of it. Yet there are moments in this life that remind me to aspire to more than just a QVC line or paid nightclub appearances, that true beauty and pageantry still exist in 2010, and that green hedges are entirely bourgeois. This is one such moment:



(Dedicating this to Sean as thanks for the link.)

Think Pink

So October is breast cancer awareness month and in lieu of wearing a giant pink ribbon on my bonnet I've compiled some fave examples of the shade. Please, please visit the Susan G. Komen foundation and make a donation to help moms, sisters, daughters, and friends everywhere. Thanks to my homegirl Mrs. B. for the call to action.


Pal Rebecca's photograph of my pink plastic toy Rolls.


Trident gum! (Bubblicious is for skanks.)


In the Pink: Dorothy Draper -- America's Most Fabulous Decorator (true story) by Carleton Varney and Dilys Blum's Shocking! The Art and Fashion of Elsa Schiaparelli. Those gals knew from pink.


L.A.'s salmon-striped Castillo del Lago, once a hideout for Bugsy Siegel and later home to Breathless Mahoney.


Pink peonies. So worth the ten bucks a stem on 28th street.


Gwen Stefani as a pink afro'd bride in the "Simple Kind of Life" video.



And of course Mugatu's 'carnation pink' satin living room. If I had a dollar for every poor soul who's asked what Benjamin Moore shade this is ...