Every once and again I come across a restaurant or a retail store that I want to move right into. I think to myself, who needs a kitchen (in the case of a clothing store), or who needs a closet? Well, I absolutely need a closet, but I could pull in beautiful lucite racks made by the caring and talented hands of the Brooklyn Gals at Lux Holdups. Those would work. Those would most definitely work. There’s a timelessness to lucite that makes the installation glide seamlessly into any era. Masculine or feminine – ca march – it works.
I first visited Laduree in Paris on the Rue Royale when I was just 19 years old. Now they have locations is fab cities everywhere. Their pale green bags and boxes, accented with gold, won me over before the first French Macaroon, in all its pastel, delicate elegance melted on my tongue. They are like rose petals in every hue, and my love of color has me mesmerized by the silver dollar sized delights. It doesn’t stop there though. The stores design is perfection, as my friend Samantha House would say. Pastel perfection with a geometric twist. I love screens, and diamonds, and circles, and squares. It provides a viewfinder to something beyond. Draws your attention to a scene, or color or space, that you might otherwise not notice.
Laduree is a garden party, it is a fairy tale, it is a fantasy. Life can be well…exhausting. Laduree, and spaces like it, are replenishing. Your shoulders drop, your lungs fill with oxygen, your synapses start firing. I tingle, just a little bit, and not in a way that I think I am having a stroke, and need to google WedMD to see if I am dying. In the good way, like I am a child again, and possibility, creativity, and imagination reign free – in a place before the adults told you otherwise. That’s Laduree. It’s Alice in Wonderland without the creepy animal heads at the tea party.
The ice cream parlor green, peachy pink, the black and white diamond floors, and daisy accented walls, the layers of lattice, and pastel pallet of paints is precisely what I long to reference when I design No. 5. Finding a millwork specialist that is willing to do something out of the ordinary – and not charge me an arm and a leg, will be the challenge. I’ll find them. This week, after being turned down three times by Electrical Contractors too busy to help, I pulled a guy off the street to do the work. I literally saw them out the window, dragged them into my unit, and begged them to finish the job that my contractor could not finish himself. Thank you Giroux Electrical Contractors. girouxelectric.com. You were my Knight in shining armor.
Getting close friends. Really close to finished now. No. 5 doesn’t seem so far away. Happy Saturday.
You know how to whistle don’t you? Just put your lips together and blow. Whistle worthy desserts.