While I like my home to look nice, and take care to fill it with attractive things that please me, I am not what anyone would describe as a Home Person. My skills at the tasteful arrangement of objet above the fireplace mantel are remedial at best. I do not instinctively walk into a room and know where two big chairs would be preferable to a sofa; or that those chairs need a small table between them. My attempts at frame clustering would have me laughed out of the offices of any of our leading shelter magazines.
I have relied once or twice on the skills of trained professionals, but they make me nervous. So mostly I look to my old college pal, home journalist Stephen Treffinger. He offers advice without attitude, and together we sometimes take long Sunday shopping rambles around Brooklyn and Manhattan to all the cool design shops. He’s been raving about Christiane Lemieux’s new Dwell store on Wooster Street ever since he went to the press preview last week, so when he popped by yesterday afternoon, I made him shop it with me.
These look like old school bar highball glasses from the days when people still called drinks highballs.
My charcoal grey sofa is dying for a couple of these to come along and perk it up. Stephen prefers them in green, which is probably more sophisticated. But I’m loving the orange, even if it does feel a little Children’s Room.
This pendant lamp is amazing, no? “They took that really mod shape, but the hammered iron makes it much more grown-up looking,” Stephen said. Which I can totally see, but would never in a million years have observed on my own.
The zig zag rug has got that whole graphic ethnic thing down cold, so of course I’m all over it.