T.S. Eliot had it all wrong. February is the cruelest month by far. Even with our occasional glimpses of the sun, the winter has not kept me warm, though I am hopeful for the lilacs. I'm weary of the cold and gray.
Casting about for inspiration and distraction, I enjoyed Town & Country's profile of Diane von Furstenberg. It reminded me of the House & Garden feature of her Paris apartment in September of '05. (Yes, that is the kind of nonsense I retain, while I had to remind myself that Eliot deemed April the cruelest month. April, even in the waste land of the modern world, is a piece of cake compared to February.)
von Furstenberg's apartment is that tireless and timeless mix of old and new and this and that. Oh, and the Warhol, of course. But when I looked it up, what I couldn't resist was the African beaded chairs.
Right? Then, on the hunt for something else, I ran across the image of Charlene de Ganay's vacation home, second from top, which features a beaded chair as well. Labels: Product