It’s not uncommon for me to feel befuddled by the byproduct of my own design. To feel my own inadequacy when seeking out an elegant solution to what I consider the central component of inspiring spaces.
Balance. Color. Detail. Craftsmanship. Clever resolution to that which is quite common – spaces and situations that simply won’t fit nicely into a formulaic solution.
What is inspiration anyway. Derived from the Latin – as so much of our language is – the root “spirare” means to breath. To breath is exactly what I stop doing when I am frustrated, anxious… in need of answers. I hold my breath. Stop that! Inspiration, to me, is airy and ephemeral, shades of aquatic blue dotted with points of light. It’s geometry and mathematical solutions that artfully address chaos – bringing order.
Audrey Hepburn in Givenchy . pale, icy blue, white and gold, and look at those ribbons in pink and blue gray…swoon.
Great design packs so much into such a little word. It is engineering, it is art, it is math. It’s renaissance era genius shimmying in those unassuming letters. Don’t be fooled. Great design is the confluence of many talents. Even those that are considered top of class like Lin Manuel Miranda, Nader Tehrani, Mies, Aldo, Chanel, Bernini, DaVinci, surely they drew inspiration from others, as everyone must, from nature, the true genius at the heart of it all.
Left: Iris Van Herpen. Look at those folds, she’s like a butterfly or a ballerina….beautiful.
So, today as I shuffle through the snow, wade through the sawdust, avert the spiked nails that dot the floor, awaiting new finish boards. I will tape, swing, shift, and bend that master bedroom to my will. In the end, I WILL get the closets I need because fashion has always inspired me, and I refuse to allow it to be stowed away in some undignified manner.
Carolina Herrera – left: vintage inspired, right: recent couture collection. I could rule the world in either of those confections.
Alexander Vidal…speechless.
As Robert Frost so eloquently wrote in his poem – Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
…”The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.”