luxe loft

i think if i had a fantasy girly bach-pad, one that was all my own. the space i would have, had i taken "that" road instead of "this"~would be a fabulous, old warehouse, re purposed as a living space/artist's loft. i would fill it with non sequitur items that still made sense against the vestiges of the utilitarian space it once was. i would fill it with things like a gorgeous vintage couture gown (found while carrying on! with my 'uncle tim') hung as art, beautiful hand loomed rugs from far flung places, even a shot of toile (just to keep things interesting) lots of low seating for all of my dinner parties. you know, the kind that would, really be, more like the 'salons' of the past. i would definitely, have an old school rotary phone (i'm all about bringing back the cord) and probably in pink. in fact, i think i'd be using a lot of saturated peony pink all over the place. incredible art would be casually hung around the space, some leaning languidly against the wall, an always shifting curation of friend's art mixed in with motherwells, rothkos and frankenthalers. i would teeter around, exclusively, in beautiful shoes (you know the ones with the red soles~uh, ya, you shoe lovers know what i'm talkin' 'bout) even if i was just in a t-shirt and jeans. for years i've lurked every photo i could find, of painter/actor/model anh duong's west village apartment. i rip them out and study them, then store them in their own little place in my file of favorites. in the mean time, i'm quite happy with the sun filled, sand covered, sparkly water of 'this' road i chose. photos from elle decor ~feb/mar. 2004