I've been busily (obsessively) taping little scraps of patterns all over the walls, feeling good about some things, horrified by others, and generally overwhelmed by the sheer variety of stuff out in the world. Probably this process was easier when Sears Roebuck offered your choice of three patterns, to be delivered by train or pony. Instead I find myself squinting into a crystal ball, wondering which of said 800 million patterns will be least offensive to me in a decade. Compounding the problem is Better Half Ben's insistent, rather querulous complaint that all my choices are so "decorative." That's gauche, dude. And kind of obvious.
All this is to say that I had an interesting reaction to stylist and socialite Jackie Astier's home featured in this month's ED.
It's all moody broody texture -- not much in the pattern department. Now part of me finds this cozy and fabulous, and part of me thinks I'm just backsliding into my safety net. Haven't I already been here before? Maybe. But lacquered walls and tonal faux bois wallpaper feel so soft and dreamy.
Oh, and grasscloth. Delicious delicious grasscloth.
This bedroom is too girly for me, but I think the color palette feels a little more avant garde than the gray gray grays used elsewhere.
It's a lot of eye candy, but I also feel like I've seen so much of it before. Damien Hirst: check. Mastercraft brass: check. Beni Ourain: check. Milo Baughman Karl Springer Paul Evans: check. Kind of veers into furniture museum territory.
Still, I think she does a lovely job making the space feel more intimate. I've been hard at work trying to create layers with pattern, but maybe in some cases texture is the way to go.
What do you think? Are you all about pattern or texture?
