Mulberry on a chair- just don't care

I don't know why but for some reason I find this image infinitely relaxing. 

Perhaps it's a result of the composition the plush chair, the wicker chair in the background, fresh flowers and a very cool mirror all serve to remind me of what it's like to live in a real house rather than out of a (alright, lets be honest- it's definitely far more than one) suitcase. 

I think I might miss the idea of home today, even though I know I don't miss the place.

Lauren Santo Domingo's Sweet New York Digs AND why you should care about her

So I'm having a bit of a love affair (one sided and non sexual of course- the marking characteristic of my general love life to be fair) with Lauren Santo Domingo. So yes she's beautiful and clearly wealthy you say but why should you care about her this Greenwich Connecticut beauty? 

Background

Lauren Santo Domingo is the daughter of Ronald David (the former Poland Springs executive, ergo her nigh name- the 'Poland Spring heriess'). She grew up in Connecticut, attending the Kent School, and then attended the University of Southern California. All of this of course has the makings for many a New York socialite but then she married into an UBER fancy families.... the Santo Domingos. To be precise, she married Andres Santo Domingo, the Colombian beer heir. The Santo Domingo's are well known for their palace in Cartega, their private island off the coast of Columbia and of course their extrordinary wealth (Andres' father, Julio Mario Santo Domingo, is estimated by Forbes to be worth $6 billion). 

Why you should give a fuck about her

1. She's fucking gorgeous

2. She's uber wealthy (she and Andres reside in an $18.5 million, 8800 square foot Gramercy Park South townhouse- check it out below!).

3. She's a contributing editor for U.S. Vogue

4. She's involved with any and every high profile chairty event (ie. New Yorkers for Children)

5. She is on the committee for the Met Costume Institute Gala

6. EVERYONE wants to dress her (she's married to a billionaire... works at Vogue and f*ing gorgeous... not really a total shock).

7. Her wedding in Cartega (despite the nine hour flight and oppressive heat) was a veritable who's who of Manhattan social life. Her nine bridesmaids (each outfitted in pastels by different deisgners) included Fabiola Beracasa and Tinsley Mortimer PLUS every Bush, Hearst, Trump, Al Fayed and Missoni that should be found was present. 

8. She is the aunt (by marriage) of Tatiana Santo Domingo who is dating Andrea Casiraghi, second in line to the throne of Monaco.

9. She's BFFs with designers such as Oliver Theyskens and Alexander Wang.

10. She gets first dibs on clothes BEFORE celebrities. Remember the Nina Ricci dress that Sarah Jessica Parker worse to the premiere of the Sex and the City Movie (pretty unforgettable dress and the first of the series), well Lauren wore the same dress earlier that month. Burn!

Erin Featherstone's Pad

I will admit that until April 2010 I had no idea who Erin Featherstone was (other than perhaps a true incarnation of a water nymph). I discovered who she was in the context of her being named a guest designer and creative consultant for Juicy Couture that year. Instantly my ears perked up. Juicy had always been a favorite of mine as a teenager; however, since finishing puberty it had taken rather a back seat to some of the more 'adult' houses. I became once again interested in the line when they created its off shoot 'Bird'. Although I can't claim to have ever purchased anything from the line I do admire its adherence to the ethos of what Juicy Couture is while shall we say butching it up a bit. Essentially it is what the Juicy Couture girl might wear after a piercing and a tattoo. The colors are darker, the image is more rock and roll and there are no cheesy logos or sayings in sight.

Below are photos of Erin Featherstone's apartment. I find it interesting that she studied at UC Berkley and then at Parsons in Paris because when I see her apartment I do instantly see a Southern Californian esthetic tempered by a European influence.

I think it will be interesting to see where Juicy Couture goes with her new position at its helm. With an aesthetic like this I could imagine myself again wearing her Juicy in a few years.

I adore the massive stack of wood. Just makes me think more that she's some kind of woodland fairy for some reason.

 Not going to lie, this is a tiny bit creepy...

I LOVE THIS ROOM!

I love this settee/ coffee table- gorg.

 Kind of love how sparse this room is. It makes the bed seem alllll the more inviting.

Sometimes I feel blue....

Tamara Mellon's New York Apartment

Her daughter Minty's room. 

Note: Minty is short for Araminta. Going to say I'm not overly crazy about the name Araminta but Minty is just adorable. I ♥ that. I actually think that it might be the perfect name for my next dog as (let's face it) there are no bairns in my immediate future.

 I love all the different textures here. Yum. And that wallpaper! Too cool!

How plush does that shag rug look?! Mint!!

 Kay how much fun does being Tamara Mellon's daughter look?! Honestly! Can you imagine how much fun playing dress up must be!

 Seems like shag rug is a bit of a running theme in this house. Jayne Mansfield of the past take note- this is how you do shag without making it look tacky.

 Interesting contrast between the black and the white. Love the pattern between the tapestry and the pillows and the bedskirt. Great way to do a white bedroom set without making it look overtly girly.

 Pretty sure there's nothing in this picture that I don't love. Grace Kelly √, pink √, mirrored desk √ (so hot without being overly studio 57 esque), cool wallpaper √ and a shag rug √. Fabulous!

 Love the director- esque chairs!

 Kay I'm sorry how cool is this couch! And I love the pictures of snakes. So fitting considering this is, after all, Tamrara Mellon's apartment. Great colors and textures.

 Such a grown up power woman's apartment. I aspire!

Again... when I grow up can I please, please, please be Minty! Apparently Tamara has archived all of her favorite shoes for her daughter for when she's older. Amazing. 

Erin Wasson's Apartment, courtesy of The Selby

 I adore the school refrigerator. Shows the complete unimportance of the kitchen. One day I aspire to have a kitchen consisting of a bar fridge, a toaster oven, a hot plate and an oven used as a shoe rack. 

 To children... please don't do this at home. A scarf over a lamp is considered a fire hazard.... unless you're Erin Wasson and then it's hardcore.

 Hardcore like playing with a baseball bat in bed. Is anyone else surprised that her sheets are silk? I kind of anticipated that she would sleep on raw wheat. Because she's Erin Wasson and she's... hard.core.

 What do you bet that those hooks are actually large nails? Erin Wasson doesn't use hooks. Because she's hard.core. Nor does she use shoe racks... because she's hard.core. And clearly despite being a Victoria Secret model and a successful business woman... she's too hard core to get a personal organizer.

 ... or to hire a personal assistant to untangle her cords... or to hide her power bar. 

 She is also far too cool for matching chairs. True story.

 I'm not going to lie. I treasure that she exists in such a state of (semi) organized chaos BUT personally I would have a mental breakdown if I had to spend ten minutes in that apartment/ on a second note. When friends come over how do they decide where to sit.... I would be pissssssed if I got shunted off to the wooden bar stool in the middle... or perhaps if I got stuck with the yellow chair (I'm pretty sure... as I am not built with super model proportions) I would require a phone book to eat my dinner.

 Even her records are rebellious. That's right. They live OUTSIDE of the box. True story.

 hmmm... the yellow chairs rock out AGAIN. Making their total number come to four. Who things that she just jacked her computer chair and her kitchen bar stool simply to blow the minds of us organized folks. Anyways Ms. Wasson congratulations, you have succeeded- my mind was successfully blown. On another note... who thinks her apartment resembles that of a twenty three year old latino marijuana dealer?

 Maybe she is a secret genius. Those eyes do look devious. Maybe she's just saving money on furniture and real estate for the purpose of investment because let's face it... who notices the furniture when she's on it. 

 And of course, not shoes allowed.

 No shoes may be allowed but scratchy sofas and mouse masks are necessary.

 I feel like this table is totally incomplete without a crap load of weed on it. A massive grinder (where is the grinder?!) and a few lines... just for good measure. And maybe some peyote. Because she's Erin Wasson and she's hard.core. True story.