One House, Three Magazines

If you've already seen this place designed by Baroness Bruno de Pampelonne, that's because it has made its way around the interwebs courtesy of Vogue Living Australia. And AD Russia. And House and Garden UK. Obviously these magazines span three countries, but what I'm wondering is: who gets to decide what goes where? Is there some transcontinental decor convention where an ultra mega editor in chief (fashion, smashion -- it's probably still Anna Wintour) civilly metes out homes and schedules with a gilded pen? Or is it a global free for all, with every chief fighting for scraps like hyenas on a hunt... I prefer to consider the latter. With these thoughts in mind, please peruse a pretty pastel apartment -- now presented in 3D (that means via three magazines; sadly it does not mean you can reach out and pet the furnishings).

Guess which magazine this shot is from...

This one is from House and Garden, photographed by the inimitable Richard Powers. So does that mean all the pictures are by RP and other magazines just pay royalties to use them?

This ran in Vogue Living, and it's a totally different picture (not just a crop of the same image). Still looks like the same shoot, though.

Whatever. I hate purple (it makes me look like death, and who wants to look like death in the comfort of their own home?), but this house is lovely in every magazine.

Let's tour the entire pad is all its Lalanne bedeco-ed glory.

The color palette kinda takes the southwestern sting out of that howling coyote, right?

Holy amazing wall details!

This room is a dark little unexpected gem. Lust.

That's it for the tour. Maybe someone out there can explain how the entire decor magazine industry functions, all within the span of a blog comment.

Or maybe we can just enjoy the pictures, however they come to us.

[Photos via AD Russia, House and Garden UK, Vogue Living Australia, Eye Spy, Habitually Chic]

Love Hate Love

I'm feeling the urge to paint again. I swear paint fumes give off some secret crack that compels me, knees and shoulders screaming in resistance, to repaint just one. more. time. I see no problem with the fact that I have repainted some rooms in this house three times in the three years we have lived here, because I blame blogging. Looking at a zillion gorgeous images a day fills my head full of dancing sugarplum dreams, and just when I think I'm a fully recovered paintaholic, something will come along and spark up the old addiction. Ah, I love the smell of fresh paint in the morning.

Well, let me tell you what color I am not going to paint my walls.

Ok, so actually this house is amazing... but that paint color! It looks like my mom's lipstick from 1983.

It's a color that loves naked lady butt cleave.

It's a color that invites Demons to bed.

But then I look around and I think, Damn this house be fine.

I really like the colors that go with that other, weirder color. And what the hell color is it, anyway? Mauve?

I try to keep an open mind about decor. I consider myself to be an eternal student of everything, because people who think they know it all are doomed to turn into boring old fossils incapable of growth and change. Not that I feel strongly about that or anything. (And not that I actually think I know anything.)

Point is, sometimes that open mind can get me into trouble. Sure, I have things I know I always like. But sometimes things I think I hate surprise me into becoming things I love.

Can you tell that paint color is starting to confuse me? I plan to adjourn to my cracky ultra addictive but incredibly delicious (if only it were laced with paint fumes!) coffee to sort this issue out. Feel free to join me if you'd like.

[AD Russia]