Robert Couturier is My Homeboy
You know what is even more exciting than paint drama? Yesterday Robert Couturier left a comment on this post. I know I just casually typed that all deadpan like, but my heart is seriously trying to escape from my chest right now. The only thing keeping me in check is the restraining order that will most assuredly be issued against me should I become a little too rowdy whilst proclaiming my undying love for RC. Still, the man is a design god so it’s not like I can just pretend that I’m not scrawling “Mrs Robert Couturier” over and over inside my “special” notebook. Here’s why:
I am obsessed with his sculptural sensibility. The man understands space and how to create an element of surprise.
He knows how to make tradition fresh and livable.
He mixes and matches eras effortlessly.
Rest assured I am taking notes for my own suburban English mini mansion (all 2350 sq ft of it) — how to strike the balance between overdone and underwhelming?
I think an aubergine sofa may be in order.
Thank you, Robert Couturier, for making my