S W O O N D: decorative objets friday

9.21.2007

decorative objets friday

From the fantazmic apartment of legendary decorateur Thomas Britt. (Ulterior motive: I wanted to snag the following quote from NYSD's interview with Mr. Britt - it spoke to me.) "His apartment was Parisian-opulent, full of flair and confidence, the very opposite of the horrible, dull linearity that seems to have a stranglehold at the moment." Dull linearity. Nicely done.

Enjoy these. And happy weekend, everyone.

A collection of Chinese porcelain sits atop four faux Porphory tables designed by Britt and made in Bogotà:

On the marble mantel, a pair of raspberry-colored Chinese vases from Charles Heilemann flank a Ming Foo dog from Nuri Farhadi antiques:

:images via newyorksocialdiary/house

4 comments:

Mélanie said...: Beautiful decoration , pictures and inspiration.
Thank you for sharing; 9/21/2007
diana murphy said...: Melanie: So good of you to let me know you stopped by. I was so excited to see your Tricia Guild/Designers Guild post today!

Bon weekend!; 9/21/2007
Things That Inspire said...: That last picture is beautiful! Did you consolidate down to one blog?; 9/22/2007
Unknown said...: Nice eye candy! Can't decide which objects I like best.
Jackie; 9/24/2007

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