And more New York pics as promised!! Those Lady Gaga windows at Barney’s…for those of you who have missed them. I think pretty fab IF slightly creepy. That’s a LOT of hair after all. The Gaga workshop on the 5th floor is a complete waste of time, overpriced candy and hopeless badly made trinkets but DO see the windows if you have time.
Wax bags at Bottega Veneta…In the windows of Manhattan.
See that ramp….at the end of the hessian draped walk?? Can only mean one thing right? Yes, it’s another installation day!
Which…lets be honest, is what we live for. Except the site is not really ready I have to tell you. So I am pulling my hair out, about to have a full blown tantrum, but instead I take a deep breath and say ‘why not try and find some beauty in this chaos.’ And I think I kind of do.
Violet stacks of moving blankets, bowed and buckled…good start!
Who could this be by?? Stephen Cornell??
Pretty - I’ll call this my Hirst.
Pretty too! I’ll call this my Yves Klein.
Fontana obviously…and why the hell did HE never think of inserting fur in his tears?? Do I have to think of EVERYTHING?!
I suppose we should say something about Christmas decorating?! Time is certainly flying but we managed to squeeze in a quick staff lunch….serious time to ponder the theme, the decor. Well, actually no time, so 24 hours before we opt for 70′s theme dress naturally! Only because I had JUST purchased the coolest velour vintage jumpsuit from Violets Box. Nicky arrives in vintage Westwood bondage pants (bib and straps all intact!), Flora in her mothers original Mr Freedom Jacket, Colette in velour bellbottom jumpsuit, Beata in her Edie Beale makeshift head-dress…you get the picture. And since we, at NH Design, have a penchant for the unexpected….we choose Lebanese cuisine! Super chic Christmas. Now what are YOU scheming??
Seriously. I presume we are all James Lees Milne readers…and this is clearly not the same thing as charming ones way into the grandest of British piles…but I still can’t drive past a boarded up crapper.
Not to mention the fact that the colours on these old barns are a positive delight…
While I have little interest in freshly painted red barns, you will not be surprised to hear that I positively swoon when it fades and drifts towards ashes of coral pink.
And THEN when one walks around the corner and this little tableau of broken window and chair ready-poised for entry…oh oh. I’m this close to full on B&E.
Thank goodness from my perch on the vinyl covered chair… I can see the Uppark-esque curtains blowing in the autumnal breeze…in consummate state of dishabille…a moment of ephemeral joy, and I can be on my way - morals intact.
