Posts Tagged ‘John Derian’
I like my insects and arachnids the way I like my snakes: cute and chic and make-believe.
7. Tom Binns
I was feeling a little sad yesterday that this holiday season, all of my gift guide energy went into compiling guest posts for other sites (which you can see here, here and here) and none of it went to you, my endlessly loyal readers who I adore. So I’ve decided to put together one last guide, composed entirely of items on my own list, because how much fun is that? For starters, here’s something I’ve wanted forever: this cabbage rose necklace from Ten Thousand Things. It’s one of their signature shapes, and is so classic and elegant and could be worn with anything—like a more modern version of an Elsa Peretti heart.
The skull and crossbones is its own kind of classic, and I do like how very clever it looks on crisp and proper Smythson note cards.
An itsy dish for one’s bedside earrings and change and whatnot.
I’m not usually a fan of cocktail ring proportions, but the appeal of this moonstone confection can not be denied.
I developed a taste for caviar after I started receiving it every year at the holidays from a particularly beloved former boss. “Share it with no one,” he would always instruct me. And I never did.
I’m moving apartments soon (much more on that later) and one of my main goals for the new place is to not have a junk drawer. This Vitra toolbox will help me accomplish my objective. Not the most glamorous gift on my list, but one I’m dying for nevertheless.
My number one gift shopping rule is that you should always try to buy a person something they will absolutely love, but would never buy for themselves. For me that means this ostrich feather Margiela pen. It amuses me endlessly, and I’m certain would make me feel like I was a 1940s film star at her chic little desk answering fan mail every time I sat down to pay the bills.
I am so tired of my boring old scarves. This multi-print number from We Are Owls would fix all that.
A couple of other bloggers have asked me to contribute to their gift guides this year, so I’ve been thinking holiday thoughts earlier than usual. And one of the thoughts I’ve been having is that in a world where gift tags are pretty much invariably cheesy, we sure are lucky John Derian is around to provide some with a little edge.
I loathe the observance of Halloween by adults—except those adults accompanied by children*—and you might too if you lived in downtown New York. For it is here that the annual opening of the Hellmouth that is the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade happens, and its aftermath is the kind of a glittery, boozy, loud-ass touristy rout that could drive a girl straight uptown to spend the night with her parents—and frequently does. But this year I’m sticking around: I do like seeing the kiddies in their costumes, and any excuse to purchase a large bag of mini-Butterfingers is a good one. I’ll be serving them on this spidery-fun plate (melamine, and amazingly solid) from John Derian, which has been lying in wait for just such an occasion as this.
*Or dogs (see above).
A trio of hearts, presented in order from delightfully cheap to splurgetastically fabulous. First up: I love the old-school-printing-press feel of this John Derian pocket mirror.
Graffiti artist Curtis Kulig‘s famous tag, set against the prettiest background imaginable.
An enamel heart, dipped in gold and so damn elegant I could die, from Ten Thousand Things.
John Derian and French earthenware company Astier de Villatte have embarked on a collaboration so gobsmakingly beautiful that I’m feeling freshly motivated to sell a few fancy bags on eBay just so I can justify buying a piece or two. Like this this marbled dinner plate, which absolutely destroys me.
Or this dreamy little cloud cup.
Or this excellent serving plate, which looks very classically Astier, but with a charming, wee little fly interrupting the proceedings.
Two great things that go great together, in a handy bookmark-able list.
ABC Home Without a doubt—and despite its high price tags and yogi-come-lately vibe—ABC is the Mother Ship of Manhattan home stores, and at some point it calls most every Manhattanite home. The overall aesthetic is bohemian luxury eclectic—if that’s a thing—best personified by such staples as petrified wood stools and midcentury chairs reupholstered in bright ethnic fabrics. But even this doesn’t sound like it fits your specs, it’s worth swinging by, because ABC’s six floors contain multitudes: sleek, modern Kartell tables and chairs; a stand-alone Gary Graham boutique, and, on the third floor, the bed and bath department of all bed and bath departments. 888 Broadway, Union Square
Aedes de Venustas Chandelier-lit and all done up in shades of pink and red, with the inventory displayed on antique dressers, Aedes feels like it belongs in another city—Paris, to be precise—in another, altogether chicer, time. They only do fragrance here, but in countless iterations, from candles (which make up the bulk of the inventory) to perfume to old school French incense paper. It all smells fantastic, of course, but the proprietors seem to have set the bar quite high on aesthetics too: everything here is pretty enough to display on your vanity. 9 Christopher Street, Greenwich Village
CO Bigelow . The more you look the more you find here, from high-end beauty lines to French cough drops to essential oils (the in-house line is without peer) to old school remedies like Dr Singha’s Mustard Bath. But that’s only part of what makes it one of my favorite places in town—of the retail persuasion or otherwise. Bigelow also has the best pharmacy in the city—staffed by people who know their stuff (as well as their customers) and always have Milk Bones at the ready for neighborhood canines—and that’s what gives the place soul. 414 Sixth Avenue, Greenwich Village
Dwell Studio If you’re looking for a home that looks like it jumped right off the pages of Domino magazine, here’s your spot. Christine Lemieux’s Midcentury Femme/Hollywood Regency style is both very distinct—a 50s style dresser done up in oak and gold leaf is a standout piece—but also inclusive enough to allow room for pieces that run ever so slightly counter to the program. 77 Wooster Street, Soho
Future Perfect You can’t turn a corner in Williamsburg without running into a home design store today, but before any of them existed, there was The Future Perfect, which opened in 2003 and featured a group of designers whose influence is still felt today. The owners recently closed that Brooklyn store to focus on their Great Jones Street and San Francisco outposts, and if they’re not setting the tone for home design in quite the way they were a decade ago, you can still count on encountering one of the city’s more more engaging mixes of furniture and objects. 55 Great Jones Street, Noho
John Derian If it’s the decoupage plates you’ve come to see, you will not be disappointed—they’re here in bountiful supply, and sifting through the stacks is exactly as satisfying as flipping through LPs at the record store used to be. But there is so much more at John Derian to behold: a bumper crop of Astier de Villante ceramics and flatware, Hugo Guinness prints, vintage Moroccan trays, and Geraldine Gonzalez’s super-bright candles all await your covetous glance. Plus! There’s a whole next door! The dry goods store—full of the happiest and most colorful mix of linens, pillows, rugs, and whatnots, needs to be visited. 6 E. 2nd Street, East Village
Love, Adorned Lori Leven’s Elizabeth Street lifestyle emporium probably stocks more accessories than anything else, but I quite frankly flaked out on including it on my best boutiques list, and it stocks enough standout interior design pieces for me to feel perfectly within my rights including it here. The home goods selection at Love Adorned only seems scattered until you realize there is one strong and common thread: everything is either uniquely beautiful, uniquely interesting, or—often—both. Like for instance their crazy skull spoons (appropriately goth for a store that has a tattoo salon on the premises), gorgeous blown glass vases and big Michelle Quan ceramic eyeballs. 269 Elizabeth Street, Nolita
Matter I can totally redecorate my home in my head at Matter, and if I had unlimited funds, I would it for real. Everything here is beautifully designed, but also looks like it would be really lovely to live with, and even some of the more statement-y pieces seem as though they could function well in households with things like pets, open containers, and children. A lot of the pieces I’m drawn to here are midcentury in style, but with an overall feel that’s actually much warmer and somehow hand-crafted looking. 405 Broome Street, Soho
Michele Varian It would be tough to nail the the vibe here—it’s eclectic in the extreme—but if I had to, I’d call it happy-go-lucky gothic. You can buy black pewter woodpecker skulls and very realistic octopus salt and pepper shakers, but then there are also bright applique pillows, and embroidered dolls that look like they walked right out of a Fantastic Mr Fox. 27 Howard Street, Soho
Steven Alan Home Given the clean, almost preppy lines of his clothes, I kind of expected Steven Alan to go super-minimal with his home outpost, but instead, he’s done something much more interesting, opting for organic shapes and materials, and a vibe that’s crunchy but still decidedly city. I’m not totally down with him putting the store all the way down in Tribeca—it’s such a hike from anywhere, even Soho, which it’s right next to—but it’s well worth the trip for its delicate ceramics, Doug Johnson baskets, and the super-prettiest cloth napkins and kitchen towels. 158 Franklin Street, Tribeca
Photos via Apartment Therapy, Racked, Refinery 29, and Lifestyle Mirror.
The other day at a family gathering, my cousin Kate requested a post on ways to get organized. What is funny about this is that Kate is immaculate, and lives in a spotless duplex with closets (and, I would imagine, drawers and cabinets, but I have never been so forward as to check) that are a stupefying cross between perfectly luxurious and militarily precise. I, on the other hand, exist on an organizational frequency so far removed from Kate’s that one would be hard pressed to locate them on the same dial. The notion that I could have something to teach her, or really anyone over the age of 18, is risible. And yet there are a few items that have come through for me. And one I am absolutely dying for: this classic Vitra Uten.Silo unit like we had in my house when I was a kid. I am quite sure I did not understand its genius then—but I can practically bring myself to full swoon just imagining how much order it could create in my universe now.
There is no perfect solution for storing jewelry: anything truly efficient isn’t particularly attractive, and just tossing things about is a surefire recipe for unmated earrings and dreadlocked chains. A few years back, I found my solution by going all splurgy on a bunch of John Derian trays. Necklaces are placed on the longer, rectangular ones, bracelets, in smaller square ones, and so on. You’ve got to stay on top of things, but it works out nice. And is pretty, pretty.
Some people are capable of transferring their entire lives on to digital files, but this shall never be the case for me; my world was too intertwined with the printed word for too long. In addition to decades worth of my own clippings, I’ve got a whole mess of old fanzines (remember those?), almost every issue of Sassy there ever was, and every issue of Lucky I ever edited—which comes out to 118, if my calculations are correct. Add to that mix photographs, tax returns, cards, letters and notes of the sort I just can’t bring myself to part with, and that’s a whole lot of paper just dying to turn itself into a mess. It all gets stored in Bigso Boxes: these are good for smaller bunches of stuff—they’re 11 x 8 and you can get them in this great almost-Hermes orange.
For the heavier-duty loads, I get these mini-trunks, which you put together yourself—it couldn’t be simpler—and which have handles, something that comes in very handy indeed. I’ve got a bunch of them stacked on top of each other and they look, if not fancy, then at least much fancier than they are.
Why drive yourself nuts wondering which drawer you put your spatula in when you can just toss it into the sturdy little Le Creuset utensil crock on your counter where it’ll never be out of sight?
Were my holiday plans to involve a Christmas stocking, I’d be perfectly delighted to find this John Derian pocket mirror in it, as I am forever attempting to reapply lipstick in windows that aren’t quite reflective enough to get the job done right.
Mini-flower arrangements are so cool, but itsy bud vases often way too precious: I like the unexpectedness of this cork and glass combo.
The heart on this ring is charming in its less-than-perfection; like somebody shaped it with a paper clip and then cast it in gold.
I love that artist Claire Nereim set this wildflower print against a black background, allowing all of her beautiful flowers the elegant venue they deserve.
Give your friend the very good cook this Le Creuset casserole, then wait until darkest February and invite yourself over for cassoulet.
There is room in everyone’s life for at least one of Liberty ‘s noisier prints.
Hearts with more sculptural shapes keep things from getting too sweeetsie. Also: this one’s got a nice heft to it.
Celia Birtwell was married to and designed prints for 60s fashion legend Ossie Clark; it’s rather fantastic that you can find one of them on a thermos. The perfect gift for your most vintage-obsessed friend.
This stripey tee is from the Commes De Garcons Go line and just as cute as can be.