This is the apartment of Robert Redford's daughter.
It made me think of houseplants in general. In particular, I hate most houseplants. I especially hate it when people put plants (especially ferns) on top of their refrigerator. I don't know why I do, I just do. I admit it's irrational.
And orchids I actually love, even if they are overplayed. But Carlos Mota, my little stylist idol of Elle Decor fame was known to shame the editor for having one on her desk. I think he thought it was predictable.
I do like a big-ish tree, potted, in a home. It seems pretty grand. And not overplayed.
I do insist in fresh flowers every week, but that's not really a "plant" since it's already been murdered. At that point, it's just sculpture.
Oh, and incidentally, Ms. Redford debuts her film called The Guitar at Sundance. It's about:
"... a self-effacing young woman, drab as a dead leaf in February, who, told she has two months to live, leaves her basement apartment, rents a New York City loft and maxes out her credit cards, furnishing it with opulent and luxurious stuff: one-of-a-kind rugs from Carini Lang; chandeliers that sell for $2,500 a pop; and, finally, the creatively fulfilling guitar of the title. It’s kind of a shopaholic’s version of “The Bucket List,” with Jonathan Adler designing the Bucket.
“They speak to me, the objects,” explains the film’s heroine, Melody Wilder, who is probably as weighed down by the symbolism of her name as anything else. “They whisper the language of objects — they give me hope by whispering the rumors of my redemption. I just wish I could have collected them more slowly.”
Sounds like our kind of movie.