oddly, words did the heavy lifting this month in elle decor.
“i don’t like a lot of curves — all that modern furniture that looks like a collection of marshmallows.”
DAMN. gauntlet slap. who wants to play?
that marshmallow couch is all like, bitch let’s take this outside.
i’m with the couch.
anti-marshmallow supremacist john saladino doesn’t mince words when prosthelytizing:
“so much decorating today is in-your-face — the wow factor. i like holding back. i’m more interested in what you leave out than put in.”
a little pretentious for my taste.
i read magazines in rounds, the first round without actually reading any text in order to gauge my unbiased emotional response to design. timothy haynes and anthony roberts had me awe-gasping straight into a choking hazard.
saladino’s work? barely caused the needle to twitch on my speedometer.
he has a subtlety obsession tipping into fetish, methinks.
on my second pass through his feature in the magazine, i stifled a yawn and took a close read of his clear descriptive vision.
“they’re metamorphic colors that change according to the time if day–gray to celadon, beige to taupe. they’re always implicit, never explicit.”
unlike his monologues.
“i never do anything obvious.”
except talk, apparently.
subtlety belongs behind the professional photographer on the side of the room where you throw all the old newspapers and toy monkeys to get them out of the way of your photoshoot.
while paging through his rooms, i had flashbacks to architectural digest’s february issue celebrating blandness.
good enough for a layman’s home and wholly inadequate for a glossy interiors spread.
magazine features should cause a cardiac jolt.
eyes bugging at the weirdness?
apparently, marshmallow furniture gets the hollywood regency tycoon kelly wearstler seal of approval. i’m already buzzing with a dozen ways to fit that funk into my lookbook. (note the checkerboard coffee table.)
(take my love with a grain of salt. by now, i’d applaud a checkerboard-painted landmine.)
as mad men starts a slow jog to the finish line and the great gatsby gains momentum in its pole dance, we’re seeing a natural pivot away from the mid-century modern cupcake shop and towards art deco froyo.
i’m game for a new shock wave of inspiration as long as “beige to taupe” is never quoted again.