After yesterday’s post about the Frank Stella living room, I couldn’t stop thinking about the photo above. That Protractor piece. Those Fabio Lenci chairs. I don’t see so good, is that a Calder mobile in the corner? My admiration for the taste of the owners of this home is out of bounds. I will try to keep myself in check.
Also, despite not owning a single item, I am so on board with every piece of clothing this woman has ever produced. The vivid window displays of her shop on 77th & Madison are always so appealing to my eyeballs - I gaze at them every time I pass by on my way to/from Gagosian or Venus Over Manhattan (my favorite UES gallery), but I’ve never been inside. Ever! WTF RIGHT! Not even during the Jeff Koons collabo collection. Which I really wanted to appreciate in person. And it’s like, duh, just go in there dummy. Entering stores where I could barely afford to purchase a key chain is a practice I generally avoid. No hate - I just tend to spend my money at vintage and consignment stores, and I actually physically get a sick feeling in my stomach when I think about high end fashion retail prices (I have never been more insulted by a backpack in my entire life). But I’m just now coming to the incredible realization that it’s stupid not to go in there, because I can consume as much as I want of the FREE INSPIRATION.
Anyway. I first learned of her existence via this very Domino spread (remember magazines?), and I never forgot about it/her. You know I carefully tore out each one of those pages and they are filed away in a binder which sits above my desk TO THIS DAY. Back then, what captured me was her super mod and ON POINT design sensibility. But now when I look at her interiors, I am completely mesmerized by her beautifully curated art collection. Now excuse me while I go get lost in these features on her other homes for more of her hype pop style - Palm Beach & Manhattan. I am all about that life.