White Couches

Is buying a white couch a fool's errand? What if you own one toddler and might have plans to make it a two fer? What if you have a long haired gray cat who thinks she's a wad of velcro? Deep down inside I know buying a white couch is probably a very bad idea, but my superficial exterior thinks it would transform my living room into a shining beacon of glory. I do know what I won't be buying, though...

A white SUEDE couch. I mean... wow. White. suede. Hasn't Robert Couturier ever seen Can't Buy Me Love?

Cindy is going to be in big trouble when mommy finds out she spilled wine all over the megabucks white suede outfit Cindy jacked from her closet...

Another thing I'm not going to buy is a white chesterfield. Sure, it sings its siren song of leather and whispered promises of easy clean up, but that's a dirty lie. Cleaning gunk out of those little buttons is the bane of my existence, and our chesterfield is dark. I can't even imagine what cleaning a white chesterfield would look like... Hell, methinks.

I want to like this, but I think the cushions look cheap. Agree? Disagree?

Still I really want a white couch. I'd love something slipcovered, but I don't want it to look like a slipcovered couch. The one above would do nicely.

Am I crazy?

Please answer with regard to the white couch question only.

[Robert Couturier, Lili Diallo, Lazaro Rosa Violan, Met Home]

Viceroy Anguilla

When I first came across Kelly Wearstler's latest foray into megahotel decor I didn't think too much of it, as it just seems to be Kelly's beach house on steroids. But you can never underestimate the Wearstler's ability to awe and inspire. There are some wicked fascinating details in here -- some really good and some just really weird. Let's have a look.

With a neutral palette and signature mix of natural materials and bold forms, the Anguilla is 100% Kelly.

Complete with seaweed luxe lighting and a befedoraed concierge.

Sconces mounted on patinated mirrors? Why, yes.

Crystal lamps and burly wooden finishes? Mmm hmm.

Karl Springer boner.

Marble marble on the wall...

Who is the fairest of them all?

I want to get drunk here.

And then retreat to my lounge, away from the riff raff.

That's my ocean, bitches.

Yes, all of it.

So most of the weirdness comes from this creepy interloper who keeps trying to gank my room.

Ok, and maybe those lamps are a little hangman's noose, too.

Happy Tuesday!

[Kelly Wearstler, Viceroy Anguilla]

Cool Cats

A double dose of dastardly just opened a can of whoop ass on me, and I fear the only way to survive Monday + a face melting high of 108 degrees is to... hide. One of these places should do.

I actually have a super busy week of shopping with the inlaws coming up, and I'm hoping to shower you with progress pics of my own home as well as theirs very soon. I promise things are happening, but when it's 108 degrees outside, things just happen verrrrrrry slooooooooowlllllly.

Later, taters. Have a great Monday!

[Roger Davies, Chahan Minassian, Ghislaine Vinas]