It’s such a perfect day here in Austin — the sun is shining, birds are singing, and I should be outside planting fall trees, but no. Huh uh. I’m huddled in front of the computer screen, waiting for last night’s vodka to relax its greasy fingers and release my poor pounding head. The upside? My Obsessive Computer Disorder always reaches epic proportions in the fever pitch of my worst hangovers, and as a result, I found this on the Domino website:
Another Robert Longo sighting! All five of you who have been reading DC since the very beginning know I have a wee fixation with Art trend spotting, and months ago I wrote a post on the flurry of Longo prints that were cropping up in interiors. For the vast legions of our new readers, time to review:
Seriously — how apropos are these 80’s Longo lithographs of suicidal stockbrokers? Remind you of anything?
(Thanks to the lovely Raina at If The Lampshade Fits for this excellent montage)
But wait! There’s more! While some folks may be downsizing or downright panicking about market volatility as a financial harbinger of the end of days, others are comforted by the fact that art is always a sound investment… Right? Right???!
Architect Peter Marino’s clients certainly seem to think so, as the now ubiquitous Yves Klein table continues to make its rounds in the homes of the well heeled. A few months ago I chronicled the rise of the Klein blue table in tony interiors, like the home of design superstars Yabu and Pushelberg:
But if you’d like to review, check out the post here, where you’ll find such gems as this quote by designer David Netto: “You’re not living until you have an Yves Klein coffee table.” Newsflash — I’m dead! Well, that explains the tremendous headache and dizziness, now accompanied by nausea. Thanks!
Suddenly, though, I am struck by the thought that an Yves Klein coffee table might not be such a bad investment after all.
Just make sure you get the one stuffed with 24 karat gold flakes.
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Yves Klein must be in the ether – I have a post on him today, too. My goal is to someday have my own color as well, although a table of gold flakes may not be a bad thing in this economy. If the world falls apart, you could always crack it open and trade the flakes for goods.
Wow – that table is insane! Great round-up of interiors for this Oh so dreary Monday.
What is going on in that first picture?
1. Why two lamps for such a small space?
2. I loathe those stacked ball lamps, especially in crystal/lucite/plastic.
3. There is no way on God’s green earth that chair would ever in a million years go with that desk. Not even to be ironic.
4. A throw pillow cannot substitute as a seat cushion unless you’re an Oompa Loompa and need the height.
5. Was Home Depot clearing out propylene area rugs?
6. Three floral arrangements on one desk? Seriously?
7. And the dumbbells are a nice touch to say “Look, it’s an office/home gym combo!” No it’s not. It’s a corner full of overstyled crap that a Domino editor deemed fab because of a Longo print and a great desk.
Rant over. It’s 4:45am here, I’m deathly ill and cranky as all get out. Bet you couldn’t tell.
Raina, I love your cranky rants best of all!
I think you nailed it. But I really hope you feel better soon… and get some rest!
And Stephanie, what would your color be? Can a color be bright AND mysterious? Because that’s my vote for your own personal hue.
Raina kills me. I love the blue Klein table much more than the flaky one. But I know not of design. That’s why I swing by here.
I AM SICK AND CRANKY TOO. WAAAAAH.
Raina, I thought of you last night–we were watching The Amazing Race (one of my boyfriend’s friends is on it this season–it’s really peculiar to watch somebody you know on TV!) and in this episode they went to NZ. First Auckland, where they had to match a Maori tribal tattoo on a card to the one guy in a crowd of screaming, tongue-waggling, tattooed warriors who was wearing it, and then they went to, or maybe just passed a road sign for, Whatakane! One of their challenges was to stomp out a couple of gallons of juice from a massive tub of kiwis, and then at the pit stop at the end, there were sheep. This is CBS’s whirlwind tour of New Zealand.
Erin, I hope the hangover has released its death grip by now…
Ah, yes, I’m feeling better. But how sad is it that you guys are actually sick and I made myself sick??? Karly and I are a dangerous combination (sometimes).
NerF, The host, Phil Keoghan, is a Kiwi so I’m not surprised the show came here. You know, that was actually a pretty thorough tour of the country. Were you able to impress your boyfriend with the correct pronunciation of Whakatane?
What’s a Whakatane?
Actually, Phil’s dad joined him at the Pit Stop where they checked everybody in, for no apparent reason at all other than that it was his home turf! I totally forgot how to pronounce Whakatane, though; that’s why I’m not sure if they actually went there or not. They showed the road sign, but the word that came out of Phil’s mouth sounded even less like “Whakatane” than what you had previously described, so I couldn’t say for sure.
Whakatane (pronounce “Fuck-uh-tuh-neh”) is a small town near the very beautiful Bay of Plenty on the North Island:
http://www.whakatane.com/
Gotta love any town pronounced like that!
A chum urged me to read this page, nice post, fascinating read… keep up the good work!