Our old friend, uber-hyped US interior decorator Miles Redd apparently designed this Manhattan apartment for a young couple with kids. And yes, the love children of Marie Antoinette and Santa would probably feel quite at home here.
Miles, honey, there are, however, a few things I feel I need to point out.
a) Just because your surname is ‘Redd’, it doesn’t mean that firetruck red is necessarily the most calming or even attractive colour for interiors. And believe me, interiors containing kids need calming.
b) I know you’re American, but that still doesn’t make firetruck red, cobalt blue and stark white a particularly appealing colour palette. Or were eyepopping primary colours your one concession to the ‘kids’ thing?
c) I know you can’t be expected to know much about kids, but surely even a young gay man about town knows that lots of tchotchkes/knickknacks + silk upholstery and curtains + felt wall coverings does not an entirely kid-friendly environment make. I suspect they have a very ferocious nanny.
Good to see that Miles hasn’t yet given up on hideous animal pictures
d) Have you realised yet that it’s the 21st century? The only thing that isn’t either an antique or some dreadful piece of repro is the kid’s Ikea bed.
Nice Ikea bed. Actually this room isn’t that bad.
I like the walls and colour palette in here. It’s all a bit granny’s old bloomers though.
No, you can’t even escape the red by going to the bathroom. And no Miles hasn’t given up on whimsical animal prints either. But I do quite like the wallpaper.
Miles takes the American obsession with table lamps to new heights by incorporating them in the kitchen. This is the nicest room in the house though.
Elle Decor US calls the apartment an ‘ode to 30s elegance’. I have noticed that in a US decorating context ‘elegant’ does not signify ‘quiet, spare, refined beauty in an Audrey Hepburnesque way’ as I used to think of it in the UK. Instead, it is code for ‘we added as many frills and furbelows and trims and ornaments and shiny things and golden bits and things we think might look French as we possibly could before the credit card exploded’.
What do you all think?