The Cool House: RHONYC
Showing posts with label RHONYC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RHONYC. Show all posts

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Another STD*

via Team Jill**

*STD = Styled to Death (Acronym made popular by The Moggit Girls)

And yes a real designer is responsible for this. The renovation of Real Housewife of NYC Jill Zarin's apartment was undertaken by her "gay husband" Brad Boles, last seen on this blog in this video***. I don't know if he personally styled the table but let's examine it in detail, shall we?
There are what look to me like crumbs all over the table, raw Brussels sprouts in the soup bowls and don't get my started on the napkins playing ring-a-roses in the center.
Apart from that WORDS FAIL ME!
But I'm sure they don't fail you... Comments please

**if you can stand it, there's more here
***it might not be apparent but I'm totally on Team Jill, just not 100% behind the decor.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Three Words I Can Never Utter Again

1:20 minute: " I want to be mid-century modern girl".

Dammit, I loved MCM furniture when the only place you could find it was a dumpster, at the time it was considered worthless junk. Then it became mainstream. It's been over-exposed for a while, this Noguchi coffee table is styled into TV shows and advertisements and you can spot a Saarinen Womb Chair in practically every issue of surviving decor magazines, but from this moment mid-century modern is officially over. Whatever shall I do?

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Saturday morning:The laughter continues

I have a meeting and a few errands to run but I can't leave you without something to mull over.
It occurred to me while watching my guilty pleasure The Real Housewives of New York that The Countess, who has written a book on manners to help the proles conduct themselves in polite society, reminded me of someone but I couldn't think whom it was. In the middle of the night I sat up and yelled Fanny Cradock, which frightened everyone and me most of all. Fanny was British and liked to pretend she was a lady. In her early days she cooked in a ballgown, with her husband Johnny, who I believe wore a monocle (though I could have imagined this bit). Think Julia Childs crossed with Margaret Thatcher. Terrified yet?
See for yourself...

Oh, you wanted to see her cook too? See what she does to this poor bird. Enjoy!