• Singing In The Rain

    As a native son of Southern California, the wet weather here in Northern California has certainly provided a change of pace not to mention required a change in wardrobe.  While not exactly Gene Kelly you can’t help but want to get outside and splash around a bit.

    Gene Kelly

    One of the triggers of inspiration for me is the natural world and it’s seasonal changes.  The colors and textures provided by mother nature along with seasonal fashion all arouse palettes and shapes for spaces in my mind.  One minute the sky is dark and gray, then calm, suddenly momentarily brilliant and blue.   The flair of a coat, the sheen on a pair of rubber boots.  Inspiration hides in plain sight.


    San Francisco Bay
    Artist: Joel Shapiro


    Umbrella Stand Detail
    Designer:  Oswaldo Borsani



    Wallpaper:  Cole & Son
    Woven Fabric: Pierre Frey
    Hamish Bowles
    Silk Moire Wallpaper:  Holland & Sherry
    Racing Green Velvet: Holland & Sherry


    Fabric:  Lee Jofa


    Gilt Console Table
    C. 1975
    Courtesy:  1st Dibs


    Brian Hirst
    Platinum Votive Bowl
    Courtesy: 1st Dibs


    Le Grande Voliere Pendant Shade
    Design:  Mathieu Challiere
    Courtesy: The Conrad Shop


    I’m leaving you tonight with a little more Gene Kelly.
    Bye for now.


  • An Aesthete’s Pursuit

    The life of an aesthete is a life lived in pursuit.  Something is always slightly out of reach, something can always be a little better.  At least this is the case in my life.
    On my desk I keep a picture of John Muir, a man who by any measure could be considered a journeyman simply passing through the world.  His poetic writings are filled with imagery of the vastness and beauty of nature and our connection to it.  He was however also an aesthete seeking beauty in nature.  I of course purchased the picture while antiquing.  The irony of this was not lost on me.
    Above (Top)St. Laurent (photgraphed by: Jean-Loup Sieff)
    (Bottom) John Muir photographed in the Yosemite Valley, CA.
    (photographer: unknown)


    I’ve recently been enjoying pouring over the pages of The Private World of Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Berge written by Robert Murphy and Ivan Terestchenko. As an ardent Saint Laurent fan I have always found him extraordinary in a glamorously talented yet haunted way.  It is no news to those familiar with his biography his struggles with depression throughout his life.  I have often wondered if he struggled with the excess of his life and perhaps held dear the memories of being a young carefree boy in the streets of his native Algeria.  
    The home Yves shared with Pierre at 55 Rue de Babylone in Paris is exactly as one might expect, resplendant, decadent, over the top perfection suitable for a prince.  Yet, he also maintained a bachelor studio on the Avenue de Breteuil to where he could escape that was very simply appointed, a seemingly very introspective space on which he collaborated with .  One can imagine him retreating to this space during the intense weeks leading to the premiere of a collection so as to avoid distraction.
    The many other homes of St. Laurentand Berge you can discover for yourself in the beautiful pages of the book which in addition to being well photographed have interesting insight from the interior designers involved.  Needless to say the collection of homes speaks to the many facets of his and Pierre’s life and collective passions.  What strikes me are the extremes in the interiors, some are very ornate others very spare.  Interiors are spaces that when done well reveal who we are.  St. Laurent  was once quoted as saying: “I’m an aesthete; I’m constantly looking for perfection.”  A futile effort some might argue.


    A Constantin Brancussi sculpture from the Collection of Yves St. Laurent and Pierre Berge.
    (Photo: Christie’s Auction)
    Half Dome in the Yosemite Valley
    (Photo: uncredited)


    In my estimation there really is no difference in creating a beautiful space or inhabiting one, like the Yosemite Valley.  According to Muir: “Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken , over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.”
    For Muir the stage was set.  Mother Nature had done the bulk of the work.  For St. Laurent, the set was created.  Decisions made, nature explored through the creations of man; art, sculpture and furniture.
    We all make decisions in our daily lives about the objects in our life.  From pencils to automobiles decisions are demanded of us daily.  For an aesthete those decisions are shaped and informed by seeking the balance of those new objects in the greater context of everything else in his/her life. 
    It would be presumptuous to know what meaning if any lay in the private world of M. Saint Laurent et M. Berge but they certainly created remarkable spaces that so obviously spoke to them much the same way the natural landscape spoke to Muir.  As for myself, I continue to seek meaning, perfect or otherwise in my own work as a designer, hoping that in some small measure it enhances my client’s lives. 
    I am leaving you  with a little eye candy tour of St. Laurent’s home in all it’s excessive glory courtesy of
    Bye for now.