By request: Tasteful friends...

"some of the most intense, least apologetic, Maryosity of all time" (quoting from the TF thread where this link originated.)

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• 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,: NO.STACKED.BOOKS!

• 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

  http://www.interiorator.com

  Patrick

• Imagine being invited for dinner without any knowledge of what you were walking in to and having to be polite without a hint of inauthenticity.

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• [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.