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Amanda Talbot of Snoop is one lucky girl. As an editor and consultant, she's worked for some of the biggest decor magazines and design firms on the planet, plus she gets to hob nob with the cool kids. Check out this project she worked on:

Styling an outdoor movie set at Todd Oldham's house for a Richard Powers photoshoot sounds totally lame, right? Ok, so it sounds awesome, especially when she talks about how fun and cool Todd and his partner Tony are.

Dammit, how do I get this job? I am for serious.

Redesigned Ditties: Baby Got Back

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at that art.It is so big. It looks like, one of those abstract expressionists. But, you know, who understands those art guys? They only paint things, because, they were like total alkies, 'kay? I mean, that art, is just so big. I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there!

I mean - whoa. Look! It's just so ... black!

I like big art and I can not lie You other sistas can't deny That when a big paintin' hangs in an itty bitty place With that color all in your face You get sprung, wanna write out a check Cause you're a lusty wanton wreck

This art ain't made for sharing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Oh canvas, I wanna get with you And take your picture My accountant tried to warn me But that shape you got makes me so horny

Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-stroke Been thinking about you since I woke Well, come home, please me 'Cause you ain't an average new piece

I've seen small paintings To hell with all them things

You're a net asset, Got me goin' like a turbo 'Vette

I'm tired of magazines Sayin' gallery walls are the thing Take the average woman and ask her that Art gotta pack much back

So, ladies! (Yeah!) Ladies! (Yeah!) Does that painting match the carpet? (Hell yeah!) Then just take it! (Take it!) Take it! (Take it!) Trust your inner gut!

Baby got back!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY84MRnxVzo

[Nuevo Estilo, Miles Redd, Gary Hutton, Alex Katz, Marilyn Minter, Robert Motherwell, Pamplemousse, Elle Decor, OWI]

Quirky

Back in the day, tattooed coffee tables and UV activated wallpaper were the kind of things that turned me on. I will admit to a streak of freak running wild through my tender veins, but age has tempered the magnitude of my rebellion against the norm. I still hate a white bread and mayonnaise sandwich like Damien Hirst hates poverty, but I no longer feel the need to shock and awe. Right now I shoot for The Prick (no, not that one) -- The Prick as in punctum, the little detail that pierces the veil of blahness and sends a shiver of life from tip to toes.

Like this:

Erin Martin's room in Elle's San Francisco showhouse absolutely slays me. The custom light fixture has Louise Bourgeois written all over it, and the little altar is straight genius. This room is lean, mean, and damned sophisticated. Found via The Nero Chronicles.

Or how about this room in Patrice Gruffaz's home? Someone's been snacking on magic mushrooms again.

And I am absolutely consumed by Pierre Passebon's fireplace. There are a lot of weird details in this apartment, but that fireplace haunts my dreams, and when I can't stop fixating on things then I know they're good. Really good.

It's that little bit of obsession that makes me feel alive.

And crazy.