WORKS IN PROGRESS, PINK GLITTER

Sometimes, I'm extraordinarily all over the place with things I'm thinking about or working on. Zero attention span?

Three things in progress:

1. Yes, YES!!— I bought the most glorious pair of neon glitter stripper platforms. They're pretty sturdy (steel shanks in the heel, who knew??), and they make me giddy. I even have a suspicion that they glow in black light.  Will test, and report back, but I'm not getting my hopes up yet.  Working on shoe harnesses that make the most of this.

2. Various, random canvas panels that haven't yet found a home.  Well, except for the zebra floor canvas.  We all know how that's made the rounds. (See the hunting room, drink stand, or vomitous orange beasts... god, that zebra's such a hussy.  Perhaps the time has come to start saving for an antique skin.)

3. Lately, I've had this weird attraction to floral chintzes.  I used to hate them. Now, I can't seem to find one big enough or loud enough (watch out, before you know it, there are going to be flowers the size of MACK TRUCKS painted on my wall.)  Prints are tricky though, and I tend to favor chintzes that don't necessarily look like they've been churned out by a factory.  That leaves me with beautiful, albeit exorbitantly expensive hand blocked options.  So, I created my own (using the same fabric dyes from my toile project, a couple of posts ago).  Disclaimer: the top portion in the photo is completed, and the bottom is in progress, as you can see.  It's a first-go, so I tried it out on cotton, but silk may be in the near future...

MUCH ON THE BRAIN.

Styling, photography, floral fabric and various canvas panels by (IN)DECOROUS TASTE.

No Chocolates, JUST CHINTZ

Seeing as it's almost V-Day, I thought I'd share with you one of my all time favorite bedrooms ever, which just so happens to be one of the most glorious feminine rooms in existence.  Remind me why men aren't allowed to like chintz?

The bedroom was part of the New York city residence of Marie Hélène de Rothchild (1927-1996). The bed, walls, and curtains were all designed by the late (and very great) Geoffrey Bennison— the print is "Roses." I love everything about it, actually.

Scan from Beds by Diane Von Furstenburg. 

Not only did she have phenomenal taste, Marie Hélène was a fascinating character, known in particular for her extravagant parties and benefits.  Here, she's pictured with Salvador Dali in one of the most amazing coats I have EVER SEEN:

Image via Frillr.com.

From the New York Times Obituary (1996):

The Baroness, who enjoyed creating fantasies for her social occasions, once greeted 150 guests at a dinner (Diner de Tetes Surrealistes, whose invitations had to be read in a mirror) dressed as a stag at the kill, with a mask of towering antlers and pear-shaped diamond "tears" on her face. 

At a ball she gave at Ferrieres for 1,600 people, the chateau was covered in white muslin to make it look like a huge diamond-studded cobweb. A gala for the Paris Ballet transformed the Palais Garnier into a woodland, with trees and vines climbing to the ceiling. At another function, her Bal Proust, celebrating the 100th anniversary of Marcel Proust's birth, Cecil Beaton took guests' photographic portraits. 

"When she has made up her mind about something, there is nothing on earth that can deter her," her husband once said.