Showing posts with label John Derian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Derian. Show all posts

Friday, December 19, 2008

Crown Jewel

You might have seen this image in either Vogue in 2003 or Vogue Living: Houses, Gardens, People published last year.  It is the home of artists Elliott Puckette and Hugo Guinness.


The prints are Guinness's own work and they popped up on Vogue's gift guide this year.  I've had a crush on them for a while; my black and white art fetish is the source of teasing between me and the elder Mr. Blandings whose tastes run to stately oil landscapes.


I had visited some of Guinness's pieces at John Derian's while in New York.  The dogs are charming, but I am mostly drawn to the floral silhouettes.


Imagine my delight upon drifting into George in Crestwood to find two walls filled with Guinness's pieces.  Doubly happy to find them encased in vintage frames.


Please do remember your independent retailers this season.  Kansas City is home to some wonderful shops.  George in particular has a level of sophistication to rival the best in any city.


Refine your taste.  Educate your palette.  Determine what you like, not what some corporate marketing department wants to sell you.
  

Imagine what your home would be, what your life would be, if your things were not there to just fill space, were not there to impress, were maybe not even particularly just right, but brought you joy each and every time you brushed by them.


Imagine what your home would be if you applied the same unerring taste that George Terbovich and Connie Beall apply to this shop.


The insets in the hand painted ceiling are large, color copies that have been applied with a temporary adhesive.  A perfect nod to the holidays.  You could do it yourself.  If you like it.

I do.

Photography from Vogue Francois Halard.  Many thanks to my friend Mandy who reminded me of the image.

Monday, November 10, 2008

In a Nutshell

I went to New York to see people.  Not big masses of people, though I saw that, too, but a few individuals with whom I have become friends over the last year and some change.


Up until now if I said to Mr. Blandings, "I got an email from my friend...." he would say something along the lines of, "Honey, he's not your friend; you've never even met him."


Which is exactly the stance I would take if one of my children ever claims an on-line friend, but this is different.  We are friends.  We have a lot in common.  I know things about them and I don't really think they're lying when they tell me about recovering a chair.  


But when I received Joe Nye's invitation to attend a book signing with Carolyne Roehm it seemed the perfect excuse to go.  To meet.  To shake hands and hear the voices of some of the many friends I've been lucky enough to know only on a screen.


So, I hopped a plane (or two) and ended up in the city.  It is magic, isn't it?  I had a tiny bit of time to walk around the Village with my big city friend (and have a free cup of coffee on Starbucks to celebrate our vote) before we were off to an election party.


The next day, a bit weary, up and out and then about to see a couple of the shops that I had pined for on-line.

Nothing new, nothing you haven't seen.  John Darian and Flair and I adored them both.  Of course, at Flair I met a charming young gentleman from Pittsburg, Kansas.  His sister lives in Kansas City not very far from me.  Naturally.


Another friend works at a gallery and she wanted us to stop in.  I had been hoping to get to the Cooper Hewitt to see the collection of watercolor interior paintings, but it had been nearly two years since we had seen each other and people are more important than pictures.  


In an unexpected twist of fate, after admiring the pieces on display she said, "Come back, I want to show you something."  Into a private viewing room, planted in the cushy chair, she took the cover off a very large, stunning piece of art.  As I gazed wide-eyed I caught the signature.  Lee Krasner.  Geez.


Close enough to walk, after being briefed on the directions six or seven times, I headed a few blocks up to Joe Nye's showroom.  


Gorgeous, everything, each piece so special and distinct.


To say nothing of the flowers, the food and the energy which were all top notch.  Joe, who had up until that moment been an email friend, in Mr. B's book an un-real friend, became a true friend in every sense.


Warm and gracious he squired me around and introduced me to the most lovely people.


Not the least of whom were Jaithan Kochar and Eddie Ross.  A special treat was meeting Lisa Newsom, the editor of Veranda; I can only describe her as completely Southern, which is a great compliment in my book.  Carolyne Roehm was as beautifully mannered as she was turned out, gorgeous in her sleeveless sweater dress and (I think) Faraone Mennella earrings.  She's from St. Louis, you know.  Speaking of Missouri (again) it was a treat to see hometown friends Pam Fleicher and Ken Weiner of Creative Candles.


I could have stayed until the very end, but had to dash to meet Hollister and Porter Hovey for cocktails.  As if I didn't adore him enough already, Eddie managed to hail me a cab in the pouring rain at 6 o'clock in Manhattan.  My prince.


Hollister and Porter are as engaging and delightful as you would expect them to be.  We sat and talked and laughed and traded Kansas City stories.


The trip was a joy.  I felt like presents and surprises awaited every turn and not one of them was an item with a price tag.  OK, except for the Krasner.


"You have to come back more often." "Oh, we want you to see this!" "Have you been here? But you must!"  A merry chorus espousing all the things they love about the city.


I will, I will.  I will go back.  I always swear to go back more often.  And, my dear friends, you need to come here, too.  You must!

Images, top, my own, Times Square, if I'd had a hat I might have tossed it MTM style, the next three, John Derian, three following, Flair and the remaining, Joe Nye's showroom.

Monday, September 3, 2007

New York State of Mind

Custom image courtesy of pve design.

In few days I am off to New York. The main reason for the trip is to see a couple dear friends, rest and relax, and hold hands with Mr. Blandings without having to let go to fix someone's Lego ship. I have a short list of a few places I want to go to:

Charlotte Moss's townhouse. I mean, how can I not? You've all been talking about it for weeks; I do feel a bit left out.

John Derian - for the fabulous decoupage and objets.


Oh, and then, well, one thing you need to know about me is, well, I have a bit of a problem with jewelry. I don't buy that often, you know, because the children need things like clothes and shoes and books and braces. But, like going to a museum, sometimes I just need to go see some things. Maybe try them on. But I can quit anytime. So, there will also be stops at Faraone Mennella -



Ted Muehling for the candlesticks (available in bronze and silver - gorgeous in both)


oh, and his jewelry as well -


Here is Isabel Toledo being fabulous in House and Garden. Love the earrings.

And Tiffany. We actually have one in Kansas City, but they don't carry the Sugar Stack rings.


Glorious combination of precious materials in a Cracker Jack design. Can't you just feel them sliding on to your finger? Anyone else getting the shakes?


And, last, but certainly not least,

Chanel Fine Jewelry. These Profil de Camelia hoops are just the kind of everyday indulgence that makes oh-so-much-sense.

But the real reason for the post, other than getting to thumb through my jewelry folder, is to ask your advice. Where else, gentle reader? Any thoughts?


I put this HG image in because it's oh-so-pretty. Who wouldn't want a vanity that looked like this?