ines de la fressange does it right
And just to prove I am a complete and utter contrary Mary after harping on about the delights of dark walls, here is a study in pink...
Ines de le Fressange (I have never really known how to say her name Eeeeenes, Innes? I do wish I were more cosmopolitan, seriously) and her Paris apartment appeared on The Selby yonks ago. I loved it then and I love it now. Couldn't live with it myself but it doesn't mean it's not great . I have tried. When I was nineteen I had a bedroom that was this pink. (Why I waited until I was nineteen to immerse myself in pink rather than getting it over and done with at like, 6 is one of the mysteries of the modern age but let's not get bogged down in the whys and wherefores of all that now.) I was about to come home from uni for the holidays when my parents set about decorating my room. My Mother called me with A DistinctTone to her voice. 'Are you sure about this Hayey?' she asked 'because I have to tell you, it it making the whole landing actually GLOW and I hate it'. I stuck to my guns and reassured them that it would be great when all the furniture was back in there. I was sure then it would glow less.
You can tell where I'm going with this can't you? I mean it was so hideous I could barely sleep at night and when I was writing my two dissertations in there over the summer the room actually seemed to actually seemed to make a 'wowowowowow' hummy noise. It did I swear. I lived with it for about six months and then I gave in and it went back to white. My Mum was gleeful that day, but secretly so was I.
I saw photos of her holiday home the other day which is a complete contrast to this. If I can remember where on earth they were I'll show you. There was no pink in the holiday home. As far as I am aware my Mother has not taken Ines to one side and staged an intervention....
{images via: the selby}




Are those gold walls in the last pic? If so I love them, but don't like the rest of the room. I love the pink though, and that rug. Beautiful.
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