Architectural Digest Gone Wild!

Will you think less of me if I admit I'm a bit of a shelter mag virgin? Sure, I've been blogging art and interiors for going on three years now, but until recently I depended on the internet for my resources. Thanks to a generous holiday gift, I am now the proud owner of AD and Elle Decor subscriptions. I'm sure trees everywhere are throwing up their branches in disgust, but what can I say? I'm addicted to the glossies already. So I was pretty stoked to get AD. I mean, Margaret Russell at the helm = instant awesomeness, right? Well, my January issue arrived and I was bewildered. The February issue arrived and I was confounded. As it turns out, the current issue is the first with La Russell's indelible mark. So now the March issue has arrived and I've been full on flashed by naked drunken boobies -- metaphorically speaking, of course.

That's not a bad thing. I like boobies.

Heiress and tastemaker Daphne Guinness' New York apartment almost warrants two black bars to cover up the naughty bits. Guinness maintains her space combines, "the shine of Metropolis... with the lush flora of Suddenly, Last Summer... a sort of savage modernism." I have to say that I sort of scratched my head at her apartment until I read that sentence, and then everything just clicked into place for me. I won't post the rest of her home, but you can see it over at 2THEWALLS (a seriously fantastic blog).

Beyond the types of projects featured this month (a glorious home designed by Commune, among them), the biggest change that stands out to me is the photography. I swear, AD homes always looked like nothing so much as mausoleums, darkly photographed using only artificial light. Downright dead and dull.

With Thomas Loof on duty as principal photographer at Guinness' shoot, and the inimitable Francois Halard at the helm of Pierre Passebon's wild and wacky pad (designed in collaboration with Jacques Grange, no less), things are looking a lot brighter. Alive, even.

RIP, old AD. Boobies in your face.

Christmas Stuff

Having just returned from a lovely trip to visit family for Thanksgiving, I am now assailed by the sudden panic inducing revelation that Chrismukkah is upon us. This signals many bad things beyond the fact that my waistline seems to expand in direct proportion to the number of days in the year -- things like impending Christmas travel and (temporary) alcoholism, but most excruciatingly it means that I have to start buying presents. As Ralphie in A Christmas Story would say, FUUUUUUUDGE.

I'm feeling a bit woozy and overwhelmed from it all, so I may have to hibernate for a little while. You know, to process stuff. Ok, and to eat some leftover cake I brought back from my Grandma's house.

Jacques Grange

This seems like as good a place as any to hole up. There better be a tv in there somewhere. I need to catch up on Walking Dead.

Back tomorrow with clean hair and a refreshed, relaxed attitude.


But I will be back tomorrow.