Animal Collective

Howdy kids, hope you all had a swell weekend! We spent the days doing yardwork and the nights eating and drinking yummy stuff, so it was mostly lovely and relaxing... and I am totally unprepared for the cold hard wall in my face that is Monday. Thank jeebus for Wallpaper Magazine, because they always have the most interesting spreads (when they aren't showcasing 20 pages in a row of disgusting albeit beautifully photographed raw steaks... although maybe that also qualifies as interesting?). Anyway, look at this:

How about that Ligne Roset bed? Amazing! What's that you say -- something is obscuring your view of it? Oh yes. Giant taxidermied animals were obviously necessary to illustrate the hipster appeal of these fine furnishings.

That Jaime Hayon chair is certainly foxy, though.

If I only had 5 seconds to grab something out of this room, I'm not sure if I would yank the lamb away from gaping lupine jaws, or put that Herve Van Der Straeten console table under my coat and run for my ever loving life.

What do you think? Is Wallpaper too clever for its own good?

Or maybe just crazy like a fox?

Let Your Freak Flag Fly

Most of the time I am perfectly happy with my quiet, perfectly neutral decor. It's harmonious! It's blendy! It's versatile! At least that's what I tell myself. It's also kind of beige. And kind of boring. I kind of have the urge to do it up righteous in a riot of color. Like Karly, I might just want to color it rad. I'm still into the crazy acid wasp idea -- psychedelic neotrad will definitely amuse me for a while -- but occasionally I yearn for some straight up crazy, old school Design Crisis style.

Kind of like this.

This feathered friend made its way around the interwebs a while ago, and recently I stumbled upon the rest of the house designed by Ghislaine Vinas (who is definitely cuckoo for cocoa puffs). Raise you hand if you want to take a tour... Yay! Let's dewit.

Subtle, no?

The kids' rooms are sock knockers, even if the vaguely sinister murals by Mark Mulroney may be nightmare inducing.

I think this is as restful as this place gets.

Sheep + green carpet = a trifle heavy handed?

Winning!

I declare the kids' bathroom to be 100% adorable.

And I'm kind of a sucker for any room featuring a giant Vik Muniz photo.

But WTF is this thing??????????? I may never sleep again.

Well friends, what do we think? Good drugs/bad drugs? Maybe a little of both? Do you wish this type of design would go out like the abominable snowman, or will you always have  a place in your heart for the graphic homes that boldly go where no (wo)man has gone before?

[Interior Design]

Pretending is Good For You

No fancy post today, for the babe is bubonic sick and my throat is swollen up like a basketball. Instead of struggling to shower you with wit information words of any kind, I'm just going to imagine that I'm here:

I'm a huge fan of pretty much all of Ilse Crawford's work, and her renovation of the Dinder House is grand yet eminently livable. So if Calgon is going to take me anywhere, I hope this is it.

Happy Weekend, friends! Back Monday, hopefully in better form.

[NY Times]