Scary day today I get to see the whole collection for the very first time. Up until now its been teeny tiny swatches of colour so feeling excited and scared at the same time. Maud and I are supposed to working from home but can’t settle and are pacing and pottering around the place. I’ve called Graham about 1000 times already and he’s not even reached Birmingham to report back so I won’t get to see until late afternoon, exactly what state I will be in by then who knows.
Enough ado about my situation – lets talk interiors. Below is an example of how not to decorate.
Here is my problem its way to formulaic, uptight, uptight and uptight again. Its a biege haze of blandness every chair matches every cushion is placed just so. Lamps make perfect sense, rugs co-ordinate and its so dour. Unimpeachably tasteful absolutely but there is something missing. If I were a doctor I would say the ailment to this interior is nothing short of decor deprivation. My prescription – a big dose of groovy design, intriguing shapes, splashes of colour,add exuberence add ornateness and please add a little fun. Good taste is all very well but pointless repeat pointless without a little fun.
Yes you can just imagine the designer’s pitch ‘we’ll take the angles and colours of the fireplace as our starting point, and repeat, repeat, repeat.’ What a waste of a Serge Mouille ceiling light.
I know total waste you don’t even notice it hey
it’s very ny society where everything needs to be perfect…just like daphne and reed themselves
Perfect isn’t so good I think – if that NY society look could just relax a little we would all be happy
I agree completely. I’m not sure why so many people see “high” design in such a serious and rule filled way. Not all. I’m just saying…I see a lot of rooms in magazines, and I wouldn’t want to live there. Sure each piece cost $10,000, but, it just feels so heavy and oppressive. Don’t know, just my own opinion and observation.
Totally and utterly agree with you x
It reminds me of my Brownie uniform (but at least I wore hot pink KINKIES with it)…. they were special hair ties…. showing my age. oxo
it’s a hotel room right? am i right?
Believe it or not nope its someone’s home
no comment, the whole rooms leaves me cold and if I were to inherit such a space I can imagine myself fidgeting in a corner for the want of some action…