January 25th, 2012 by erin
You guys really love you some Thibaut Cheetah, and who could blame you? It does feel a little Zsa Zsa Gabor on acid, which can only be a good thing. Part of me feels like I need to jump that cat and plaster it all over the place, but the other part of me is realizing how unclear my vision for this whole nutty faux Tudor house is, and how difficult it is (for me) to commit to expensive and/or permanent finishes. I have to cop to a certain fetish for the Cole and Son papers because they’re easy to hang, non woven, and can be stripped from the wall in one piece — thus saving commitment phobes like me from much hand wringing. I mean, what if I hang not-easily-removed Cheetahs all over the baby’s nursery and one day the kid wakes up terrified that he/she may be mauled by rabid felines while sleeping? It could happen.
On the other hand, I’m sick of decorating like a poor, itinerant loser. I’m tired of wimpy rooms that could be reshuffled into endless ho hum configurations. Isn’t it nice to see a room that’s dressed to the nines?
I’m trying to push myself to get crazier, and also to create more finished rooms. But that requires some serious planning.
And more wallpaper samples.
But don’t discount Cheetah yet.
[via A Dreamer's Den, Head Over Heels, Jean-Louis Deniot via Material Girls, Martyn Lawrence Bullard, Barrie Benson via Head Over Heels]
July 28th, 2011 by erin
If you tried to visit our site yesterday or the day before and were warned that zombies might bite your face off upon entrance, rest assured that the walking dead have been laid to rest. Ok, and we also promise that there are no viruses or malware here. Thanks to all of you who let us know about the red screen of death — we spent the better part of a day working to delete comments and pingbacks that may have inserted nefarious code into our fair site. So if your comment got deleted somewhere and you’re feeling all WTF?! about it: oops. Sorry about that.
But let’s move on and look at some zombie free rooms, shall we?
Still no zombies.
But you know how Martyn Lawrence Bullard is…
He thinks eating human flesh is totally delicious.
[Frederic Malle, Chahan Minassian, Met Home via Chapman Interiors, Martyn Lawrence Bullard]
June 1st, 2011 by karly
Ok dudes, I know no one is sitting around in this beautiful weather reading design blogs (otherwise I would have had, like, a zillion comments on my hilarious post on wood last week). (whatever). Since my keen design vision and insightful comedy stylings are not to be lost on blind interwebs, I’m taking this opportunity to see if there really is anyone out there. In each of these pictures lies a hidden clue. Look closely. I will supply hints along the way. Let’s see if anyone can find the golden trinket in each photo.
Hidden among this otherwise unnoteworthy photo of Sir Elton John’s bedroom is the most amazing image you will ever see. Keep looking. It’s there. I promise.
A good night’s rest and fresh eyes should help you to locate the secret image among this kinda lame office in Sir Elton’s apartment.
Hint: the thing that you are looking for does not have electric boots or a mohair suit, but it may or may not be chewing on a microphone. You can do it! I believe in you!
Ok, do not be distracted by the amazing snake photographs / mirrored console / silver curtains in the only room that is appropriately decorated for the rocket man himself. I photoshopped in something special just for you here. Can you see it?
Ok, that was hard. do you give up? Discreetly hidden in each photo was the world’s most precious baby (under 18 months division) as seen at his very first 80s dance party. No, Lady Gaga is not his godmother, but his real mommy is pretty awesome and doesn’t think much of Elton John’s apartment. Can you guess who the baby is?
ps you can see the complete snooze fest of a tour here. pps martyn lawrence-bullard designed it.