Oh dear God. The Pepto-Bismol pink walls in the first pic are enough ALONE to make me retch!
Not all that bad until you get into the living room. Then I had to wonder whether the color was off on my computer.
You really have to scroll down to the pink rooms to get the full "Maryosity" experience.
The den is BARELY tolerable, but like the rest of the apartment, far too cluttered. I was liking the bedroom until I encountered the HIDEOUS trompe l'oeil highboy, but the Asian accents are fine. Entering into the hallway we once again see the (literally) nauseating pink walls, along with a perfectly fine George Nelson chair that has been fucking RUINED by the addition of gaudy leopard-velvet upholstery. And finally, the piece de resistance: the living room, quite possibly the single tackiest room I've seen in a NYSD house to date ... which is saying A LOT. The pink walls! The pink CEILING! The blue carpet! The Han Dynasty horse!! And Jesus H. Christ, the LUCITE COFFEE TABLE!!!
Thank you r4, a voice of reason amidst the cacophony.
I'm one of the few people on Earth willing to forgive that pink-and-gold color scheme. It's incredibly girly, if that's what you want, but the effect is vivid and glowing.
But I'm not willing to forgive pink and gold and BLUE RUGS!!!!
It could all work for me, with *a lot* of editing. They have some really interesting treasures.
I like how they light with lamps. Warm and inviting.
People are afraid of pink. It has "connotations". I painted my dining room a beautiful rosy shade, just right.
Nice place to visit but I couldn't live there every day. Too much whimsy.
It's like living in a vagina!
The best thing, aside from the beefy ass in the picture with the posing strap,:
Truly, it's Maryosity run amok. I can't stand the pepto-pink, the orange and the leopard print but I do like some of their furniture, art and tchotchkes. I experienced some serious chair envy.
Also, either everyone's partner should be named Emery von Sztankoczy or we should start using "Sztankoczy" as a descriptive word for something.
The painting of the guy with his ass hanging out of a thong really pulls it all together.
Boys in the Band meets Norman is that You?
Bad design. That pink is gonna fade in the sun in about three weeks.
It looks like an antique shop. I expect to find price tags hanging on everything. Fabulous pieces but too much. That said, it looks like the abode of a couple of fabulous old queens.
The areas that aren't pink are OK, but would be nice if they removed some of the clutter and things from the wall.
I sort of like the fabulousness of it, although it's not my taste by a longshot.
Old queens are a national treasure.
I like the 'clutter', but although I like strong colors, the colors are generally garish.
This one leaves me speechless.
I hate the pink walls, and I don't love most of the stuff they have BUT I kinda love it. I love the randomness of it all. It has a quirky individuality I like, even though I would take out at least half the things they have. It's a VERY 1950s-1960s old-school queen apartment. And that's fine.
Hunt Slonem oil paintings are so tacky. And so large.
I love it. The whole dust-gathering mincing pearl-clutching damask-rose-scented screaming colorama drama of it. I fully expected to see June Allyson come tip-tapping through the door in a gold brocade house dress and satin kitten heels, offering martins in that growly voice.
It's bright and flamboyant and utterly, utterly fabulous and not beige in any way. I'm sick of seeing tasteful shades of nothing carefully counterpointed by striking tones of neutral. I wouldn't want to live there, for everyday liveablity I need somewhere less cluttered but I love when someone's home is a great big Fuck You to the conform-or-be-ostracised brigade. Dare to be pink!
I love R21.
I also love R21 -- but especially R11.
It is nice to see all those books on shelves instead of ... you know....
My eyes, MY EYES!
No comment on the colored string covered walls?
I would love to go to their sidewalk sale. But the overall effect is like an entire meal of brightly colored marzipan.
Some interesting pieces but it's so busy. Art covering every inch of wall.
Pink is one thing. Pepto Bismal is another.
That is not pepto-bismol pink; it's a warmer, richer pink. And I too love r21 (also r25).
[quote]trompe l'oeil highboy
That is not trompe l'oeil. That's just faux painting.
Thanks for the inspiration, OP! I've turned the NYSD article into a blogpost for my own design blog Interiorator.com
[quote]Pink is one thing. Pepto Bismal is another.
Blush and Bashful!
T21 nails it. And yes, the lighting is great but so is the atmosphere of deep sensual comfort from all the luxe surfaces. In that way the den reminds me of Chanel's apartment. It's COSY in a way that so much bravura decorating isn't.
You could film some great porn there.
A long time ago, at the birth of the internet, I met a man on Prodigy and went to his house in Chapel Hill. His name was "Cricket", which should have been warning enough for me.
The house was an enormous colonial with plenty of land, barn and horse stables, you get the picture.
But when we got to the huge living room (think pink marble fireplace, crystal chandelier and 12 X 18 Arabian rug straight out of Versailles), there was not a stick of furniture.
Instead, there were 400-500 plain and ordinary lawn and garden statues and a path from one end of the room that meandered through them to the other end of the room.
There were Negro lawn jockeys, Madonna statues, Jesus statues, Elvis statues, dolphin whale and shark statues, elephant, tiger, lion, kitty cat, big dog, little dog, one grand horse in the corner up on its hind legs, every possible imaginable type of statue ever created in the 5,000 years of Earth's history.
All total ceramic kitchy junk usually sold at Coney Island and county fairs.
And this is the funny thing, polite little boy I was back then, we meandered through that path and neither one of us even commented on this site.
Obviously, I did him as quickly as possible and got the hell out of there leaving Cricket, his money, and his mad menagerie in my rear view window.
Can there be another by request Tasteful Friends thread? This time about tasteful Jodie Foster home she's just put on the market...
Jesusfuckingchrist! Where to start? How do people live like this? There is just too much crap in the house. I dont care how beautiful or important or valuable the stuff is, there's too much of it. Its like the last scene in Citizen Kane.
It's very, very, very, very. Very... very.
I love these two out of control queens! At least they have a POV and something to say, unlike the hundreds of others featured in their somber and sober tones of gray, beige, bone, and white.
Well I love the pink walls with the curtains and the blue rug just makes it pop. Most people are afraid of color.
I love the oriental room.
There are some really nice individual pieces there, and overall I like the vivid colors, but agree it's too much everywhere. Even if the colors photograph well, I can just imagine being inside that apartment and being surrounded by those Pepto-Bismol walls and thinking "tacky". Counter-balancing the colors with some more neutral areas would make everything pop more.
Also I am not a fan of that particular shade of khaki green in the bedroom - it just makes everything look faded and dated from the 70's.
Also, they can afford nice antiques but they can't afford to patch up the ceiling / water damage above the TV in their bedroom? (and why would they agree to have that photographed)? It contributes to that feeling of things being a bit faded and past their prime, rather than vibrant and playful.
It's just always so depressing to see how TINY all these NYC apartments are, and to know what they're paying.
And all the clutter just makes it seem smaller.
[quote] I fully expected to see June Allyson come tip-tapping through the door in a gold brocade house dress and satin kitten heels, offering martins in that growly voice.
We called those lovely outfits "hostess gowns".
Ah that's what happened to Emery.
Help! We can't breath!!!
Which one is the top?
Most gays would look at those two and immediately think "such queers".
How do you have that much stuff and keep it dust free? You'd have to hire a maid to work at least 40 hours a week just on dusting. How do they do it? Is there no dust in NY?
I like it, and I say bravo to the pink walls AND the orange curtains. I'm sick to death of Restoration Hardware GREIGE.
Does the place not have a kitchen?
I'll chime in on the side of loving the pink and orange, but I would like more balance between the two. It does remind me of an upscale antique store, but imagine these two have had a lot of fun collecting all these items.
Very Mary and I love it!
Where's the shitter?
The glass vases aren't the only thing that got blown in the pink room.
I like for them. They seem really down to earth and, well cool to me based on the interview.
Once you get past the pink (which I like, for them), it's well-proportioned and not gimmicky.
Marry me, R21.
I just can't picture either of those 2 rolling over in bed at night saying "oh baby, I need some lovin'! Come over here and split my man pussy wide open"!
I love R21 too.
I like some of the midcentury style pieces peppered through the place, but between the clutter and the hideous walls/old dusty looking wall art, I'm not a fan of the rest.
Greige, as listed above, is boring too, but pink didn't work here. Orange or something that either dovetailed nicely with the wood tones or countered it nicely (A blue, perhaps) would have looked a lot cleaner.
You know it's horrific when you can still see that color after you close your eyes.
[quote]The painting of the guy with his ass hanging out of a thong really pulls it all together.
This seriously had me in a chuckle fit for the past 5 minutes. My chest hurts from laughing so hard. Bravo, r11!
I only like antiques if the person who owns them actually went to that country and bought them. There is something declasse about being Balinese antiques in some warehouse in Connecticut. Now, if you actually bought it in Denpasar, then it's a different story.
Odd that a floss-like piece of cloth on a man in painting essentially makes it no better than a velvet Elvis.
Much more tasteful if he was nude.
R11's post is funnier than the one that made W&W.
Ucch, you know there is a frantic scene when they bring a rent boy back to the place and they have to hide all the good pieces.
[quote]There is something declasse about being Balinese antiques in some warehouse in Connecticut.
Declasse? Pretentious, much?
If the interior works it doesn't matter where the shit comes from --- unless you can't pull a pin from your sphincter with a tractor.
The don't bring their rent boys there R64. They have a warehouse dungeon for that.
"Help! We can't breath!!!"
I want that LUCITE COFFEE TABLE!!!
Well, Mother always taught me to say something nice in every situation.
Isn't it marvelous that they have a pre-war apartment?
It looks like someone barfed rainbow sherbet in an antique store.
The horse is too much. It's the sort of thing an elderly suburban frau does after she's been abroad. "And I bought the coolie's hat right off the head of my rickshaw driver!"
I love it.
Like so many of these places, it isn't a home, it's a statement.
That bedroom would, literally, drive me INSANE...
(and someone should tell that guy that it isn't a good idea to paint the walls the same colour as your face - WTF is with that?)
This is what Grey Gardens would've looked like if the Beales' trust fund didn't run dry.
OK R55, but I get to name the cats.
Take away 15% of the oh-so-au-courant "gestures" and tone the fuck down the Indian wedding pink and orange and it's not bad.
New Yorkers are the most groveling slaves when it comes to following fashion trends (not to setting them, at least not in interior design). They lack the confidence of their own convictions -- and is there any greater evidence of this than a small apartment so crammed to the gills with the execrable pictures of Hunt Slonem? There's more originality and confidence among the "rising talent" of a second string Tulsa country club designer showcase house.
I didn't know where to post this, perhaps someone can start a thread.
"Actress Catherine Deneuve is selling her château in Eure-et-Loir"
Article's in French, however I heartily recommend scrolling down to the slideshow (it says "READ")+ the Scribd from Sotheby's for amazing views of the château.
There's a 70m2 sauna on the second floor and a home cinema in the attic on the third floor.
That's quite lovely r77. Can't decide which I like better: Vivien Leigh's mill house or this one.
So many things, and nothing of any taste or value.
Those fake Regency chairs get a lot of mileage; they're in practically every photo. The probably cut-down portrait of George I has been improperly reframed, floating oddly high within the passe-partout, the top of his head lopped off. It's what art dealers derisively call a "decorative piece". Likewise the furniture and everything else: there's nothing there of any quality or value, except maybe those fucking wretched Hunt Slonem paintings that every queen in NYC simply must have. And no juxtapositions that make common things appear uncommonly good.
That cream leather upholstered Art Deco credenza, gilded with gold radiator paint is even more hideous than what is surely the ugliest plexiglass coffee table known to man -- and all milky and yellowed with nicotine like an old tooth. A close third in that race must be the designer's own waterfall-edged coffee table in the den ("available to order.")
Yet another example of the NYC dictum that bad on top of bad on top of bad might somehow be mistaken as good; that fourth-rate "whimsy" might be immune to criticism.
If the guy were not a designer, it would just be the digs of someone overly dramatic and tasteless who likes his layers of fusty tat. But the old coot even has the nerve to get humpty about his clients who are not all he'd like them to be.