Crazy Wallpaper Friday

Now that I'm firmly ensconced in my "forever house" (as if such a thing existed for capricious creatures like me), I'm planning to wallpaper the bejeezus out of it. The entry shall get the royal treatment, as will the powder room, the upstairs hallway, and maybe the kids' rooms. Ok, almost every room is up for grabs. I have a little inspiration board going on at Pinterest with some of my best and brightest, and I thought y'alluns might like to behold some of my bolder choices. These are the papers that will probably (maybe?) never end up in my house, but I love looking at them.

I'm really into big scale wallpaper, and this Jordi Labanda pattern fulfills all my megalomaniacal desires. It's not the vibe I'm going for in my house, but I want someone else to do it and then invite me over for martinis so I can down a few and then stare into the face of god. Or, you know, some flowers. Martinis can do weird things sometimes.

Tune in next Friday for more funky wallpaper. Until then, may the floral force be with you!

This Is My Post For Today So There

So, I'm 4 weeks in to my return to blog land and I have yet to venture outside of our own blog for real inspiration.  Let us quickly recall such posts as the one about my coffee table, and the one about my brother's coffee table, and the one about the other coffee table that was so large that it was actually a 10-story tree house.  Something about this full time job slash full time mom gig keeps my leash short but when erin posted these psychedelic pics Monday I immediately craved an entire life shift into a home with small rooms that I could cover surface to surface with insane contrasting pattern.  And a naked lady needlepoint pillow. I stumbled upon the wallpaper company jannelli e volpi, which apparently is super famous and I'm supposed to have known about it but whatever.  Anyway, it looks like a few of their offerings will get me started on my knew psycho house fantasy.

Hell to the yes to the super saturated prisma color floral paper.  On the ceiling?  Yes, fine.

The more subtle little sister.  For the laundry room perhaps?

And lest we forget that they also do floors.  I'm seeing this in the garage.  Matt's not going to be allowed in there anymore.  It will be where I park some expensive black car like a Rolls Royce or some crap.

Oh, wait, did I forget to mention that they make this RGB wallpaper?  Oh geeze, I really didn't mean to make you wait for the most badass wall covering of all time.  Sorry guys.  So yeah, this paper is made from 3 overlapping designs, one entirely in blue, one in green and one in... you guessed it... red.  It rocks my face off so no bad comments.

Here it is from another angle.  You're welcome.

The Doors of Perception

When I was 16, I had this obsession with what my mother's life at my age was like. It would have been 1969, and I imagined her running wild and free on the beaches of California, hanging with hot surfer dudes and smoking the reefer (Legal Disclaimer: I have absolutely no first hand knowledge of said activities). Sifting through various old photos showed me that Mom was stunning, with long, straight 60's blond hair and big Twiggy eyes, and the kind of figure that a 16 year old late bloomer could only dream about. So between the hot dudes, reefer, and hot mom, it was easy to envision this super glamorous, ultra hip, swinging lifestyle set to the music and crazed colors and all of the happenings of the sixties. Sadly, my obsession materialized as a suede fringed vest, ankle breaker clogs, oddly braided hair, and a predilection for The Beach Boys and Jefferson Airplane. Yes, something was missing in translation. Although my tastes have (mostly) matured over the years, there will always be this part of me that yearns to turn my house into an all out psychedelic den of mindblowing prints, patterns and colors. Because I'm too old to do drugs, people. But I still like The Beach Boys.

m interiors

I wouldn't normally kick off a tour of my teenage dream pad with a bathroom picture, but the folks at M Interiors know something about mixing business with pleasure. The all-overness is killing me (in a good way), and I desperately need that swag light. STAT!

In the powder room, I will be featuring this wallpaper by artiste Virgil Marti:

virgil marti

Yes, that is fluorescent ink printed on black rayon flock. Hot damn, I love that wallpaper. Add some NyQuil, and you've got yourself an experience. Oh, and the blacklights would be sure to highlight any hygiene indiscretions.

Now that your hands are clean, you can come eat. The dining area would go a little something like this:

wary meyers

Wary Meyers, scroungy heroes of hip brokesters everywhere, starched vintage fabric onto the walls and used the leftovers to upholster matching cushions for their tulip chairs. Genius on the cheap.

The hallway leading from my fantasy dining area to the fantasy living quarters would be swathed in a trippy pattern from floor to ceiling, like this crazy tunnel of love from Domino:

psychedelic tunnel

Temo Callahan (whoever you are), the rest of your batshite insane pad makes me claustrophobic, but this is an epic Willy Wonkaesque masterpiece.

The living room will feature a ton of funky fabrics and patterns, of course:

m interiors

M Interiors seem to be masters of mind reading, because I love this classic empire sofa recovered in a wackadoo print. Keeping the pieces vintage but recovering with fresh fabric prevents fauxchedelic syndrome:

crazy couch

Woof. No amount of NyQuil can make that palatable. The chrome legs, especially, make my eyes bleed. Even though this is a designer piece presented in Milan, I just know that's a cheap Sofamart couch with a nylon slipcover stretched over the foam. And that is wrong.

Must get back to my happy place, pronto!


Aaaahhhh... that's better. This picture by super photographer Ngoc Minh Ngo demonstrates the softer side of psychedelia. Of course, in my crazy fantasy pad, I would have to spice things up a bit. We'll be needing some art:

andy gilmore

My real life pad may have to borrow these Andy Gilmore pieces from the fantasy pad. Because they're AMAZING. And homeboy has an Etsy shop. Yes he does.

andy gilmore

I'll definitely need a special chair to sit in and concentrate on Gilmore's goodness...

jack larsen

This groovy chair upholstered in rad Jack Lenor Larsen fabric ought to do the trick. That dude had vision. Like the kind that comes from peyote.

Or, I could always keep the furnishings lean and go the psychedelic wallpaper route, a la Kelly Wearstler:

kelly wearstler

Whoa. Who needs a tv when you could just watch the wallpaper dance?

After all that dancing, I may need to chillax in my super restful bedroom:

miller on mansfield

Sorry about the terrible pictures, but I just had to show UK hotel, The Miller of Mansfield, getting its groove on. Bed In, anyone? I will be co opting that top headboard for the fantasy pad, thank you.

Perhaps I'll go a bit more minimal in the guest bedroom.


I love everything about this bedroom from Ngoc Minh Ngo's portfolio for my real life pad, including the fab psychedelic pillows. For my teenage dream home, though, I think we'll need a wee bit more drama.

suzy hoodless

Let's see -- this crazy wallpaper in a Suzy Hoodless designed hospital seems to be about the right color scheme... and who doesn't want a giant creepy owl hooting at them in the middle of the night? Whooo? Whooo?

Phew, I'm tired after a long and stimulating day of looking. I may need to sit in my little nook papered with this chill Ferm pattern:


The chair is staying, fo shiz. I will need it to sit and meditate on how the future is going to be so much brighter since we will soon be out from under the thumb of oppression, and we won't need to protest the war anymore, or rebel against narrow minded conservative zealots. Unless you live in California. Or Florida. I guess there's always a need for more flower power.