Thursday, April 30th, 2009
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I try to sheild my Hatch readers from my obsessions of reality television and pop culture, but in case a few of you are in the closet about your Real Housewives viewing habits like my brother Clark is, I did a few posts about the recent renovations some of the cast members completed this year.
For Jill Zarin’s Foo Dog Explosion Renovation, click here.
For Alex and Simon’s Gothic Bordello Renovation, click here.
Thursday, April 9th, 2009
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Some of you know that I am HOPELESSLY addicted to The Real Housewives of NYC (and ATL…and Oh Lord, from the NJ preview there will simply be WAY too much decor to make fun of – tassels and roosters and fringe and leather and fake French Chateau and fake Italian Villa EVERYWHERE; I might just spontaneously combust). I look forward to watching this crap all day long on Tuesdays. Yes, I realize that is probably sad.
Anyway, a little background for the table: Jill had her condo made over by her gay husband Brad (pictured above). Keep in mind that Jill’s family business is fabric. Jill thinks she is going from “traditional girl” to “mid-century modern girl.” It’s Hollywood Regency gone way WAY WAY WAY awry Jill. There are turquoise foo dogs EVERYWHERE, not to mention mirrors, crystals, lacquer, harlequin prints, python walls, elephants, birds, abstract sculptural objects…
So, Brad has “marked his territory all over the apartment,” starting with this table. Brad claims this is a custom made work of art and that the scratches on it are part of the art. He says it says “POP”; I say if I had it I would make it say “OPP” as a tribute to Naughty by Nature and my friend Sallie Davis, who used to request that song at every party or bar we set foot in, and she even carried her own mixtape around with her when she went out in case the bartender didn’t have it. Without further ado, the table:
What do you think? Do you think it will look better with stuff on top of it, as Brad claims? How would you arrange the letters? Is this too wannabe Jonathan Adler or do you like it? Can you picture a more appropriate context for it than Jill’s apartment? I feel like there is one out there, but I can’t conjure it up just yet. Maybe at Snap or Crackle’s house? I just don’t know!
Jill loves the apartment minus the tables, so that’s all that matters.