For more than two decades I’ve been working in the interior design arts in one form or another and very often several projects at one time. It’s the curse of the creative to be forever changing and moving forward.
This sounds preferable to “un-focused,” don’t you think?
I think of myself as a designer, collector (some say hoarder) and restorer of beautiful things, interiors, objects, art…and hopefully ultimately a merchant of objets d’beauté.
(I like to pepper my speech with foreign languages so people know I’m educated and worldly.)
I’ve been called a “Tastemaker” and humbly suggest that some of my choices are slightly irreverent and perfectly suited to the kindred and slightly jaded..but hopefully always in good taste. I admit to having a keen eye for what’s good and a love for ever-evolving interiors.
Having been blessed and sometimes forced to travel the world, I ferret out artisans, craftsmanship, and purveyors of special stuff. I’m always down for a good flea market or garage sale and not above dragging something out of the bin in an alley if it strikes my fancy. I’m forever on the hunt and forever in gratitude for all the kind people who like what I make and sell.
As one of my many ex’s once told me (and I like to quote): “Life is your runway!”
Which I take to mean: “Accessorize with style because why not?”
Another thing I like to say: “Be kind. We’re not saving the planet here; we’re just making pretty!”