I Went to the Danger Zone
After today’s post you may doubt yesterday’s words and fear that I am headed squarely into geriatric territory… hopefully not, but this morning I couldn’t remember where the coffee cups were, so you never know. Anyhow, let’s talk fringe — you know, those strings that hang off stuff. We could also call it bullion if you want to get fancy. Whatever it is, I like it (as evidenced by a previous post I penned on the topic). Is fringe antithetical to all things clean and minimal? Uh, maybe. Will it confuse my Roomba as it attempts to vacuum under the couch? Probably. Let’s see if obscuring form and laughing in the face of function is worth it, shall we?
Jeffrey Bilhuber pairs jewel tones with a fringed, skirted foyer table. I’m starting you fringe neophytes off easy.
Celerie Kemble loves hairy fringe, but you must check out the whole picture:
That amazing chandellier by Guglielmo Ulrich blows me away, but I like the fringe, too. The pink Dr. Doolittle settee scares me a little.
Richard Shapiro does (back to back) brown linen sofas with matching bullion for House of Veranda — crisp and tailored. Again love the jewel tones. Someday when I buy a big girl couch I’m considering this color. It’s warm but plays well with brights and neutrals.
Miles Redd goes grandma chic, but I would snatch that sofa out of this room and dress it down in a heartbeat.
And still my favorite, so I’m shamelessly reposting it: Pamplemousse does arty fringe. I want to have sex with that sofa. Or on it. Who cares? Sex… sofa.
Now I know my pal Christian is probably about to ban me from his contacts, because he hates the fringe so much. But I want to know what you think… are you crossing me off the awesome list, too?
I was already on it, right?
Just remember the immortal words of the great poet and sage Kenny Loggins (or whoever actually wrote the song):
Out along the edges
Always where I burn to be
The further on the edge
The hotter the intensity
Highway to the danger zone
Gonna take you
Right into the danger zone