I don't even know where to start.
I LOVE it. At first glance, it was so over the top, I thought, "The woman who lives here is the kind of woman who snorts cocaine off her pool boy's ass."
But upon further inspection, it's not "Donatella" enough, you know? There is too much humor here. For one - the black bust with the white turban. Yep - - look for it - - now you see it, huh? I mean, is it a vase? Does it have a flower popping out of it? (My grandmother had lamps like that dude and she was really serious about them. All the way to 1995, which was a little embarassing then.)
And then, of course, is the crazy collection of fabrics and patterns and colors and art. They eye can't stop on anything because it's a dizzy zoo with no focus. I think it might actually be a skill to create a room like that.
But the best part? The snake on the floor. Real? Fake? Either way, you win, oh decorator lady. Because if it's real, then you MIGHT actually be Donatella, all tanned up & bleached out, snorting cocaine off some hot guy's ass. And if it's fake - well, then you're the kind of person who walks around this hot mess of a room thinking, "Hmmm... what little something extra does this room need? Ah, yes. A funny plastic snake."
Ah yes, my friends. Ah, yes.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Labels: inspiring rooms