SPACE | SHADES OF (TRAFFIC LIGHT) RED

DONALD JUDD BENCH

DONALD JUDD BENCH

I am a house and home junkie. I have spent many an afternoon on my travels combing markets and odd little shops for just the perfect item to bring back home. Over the years I have honed my skills and I've gotten better about wacky colored textiles and funny hats. As my friend, BD, said to me in China years ago when I tried on a hat, "Here, cute. Home, not so much." I did buy dozens of hammam towels at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul and they have stood the test of time. I also love my incense and a few boxes for keepsakes I bought in India. 

I moved last year and restarted my entire life. The bad thing about starting over: it's a lot of work. The good thing about starting over: you can do whatever you want. I wanted my new home to read, "Urban Marfa" a combination of clean lines, relaxed living, and an easy palette with a few punches of color. I splurged on a Donald Judd bench in my all-time favorite color, Traffic Light Red. 

It doesn't get better than The Apartment by The Line for urban living. I spent days combing that place for inspiration and knick knacks to personalize my new space. I was particularly delighted to find an incense burner that looked a lot more grown-up than the one I used in my dorm room in college. 

I am an avid reader and it gives me great joy and comfort to sit amongst my books. Vitsoe makes the most wonderful shelves upon which to display books. They are clean and modular and easy to reconfigure as a collection grows or changes. 

MICHAEL CROOK, INDIA

MICHAEL CROOK, INDIA

I have so many talented friends and it is a real joy to be able to display their photographs or paintings in my home. My friends Melanie Dunea and Michael Crook are photographers. I have a print of Melanie's called "Naptermath" hanging in my bedroom: a rumpled bed with sheets askew, very suggestive. Michael and I went to India together and she took the most incredible, overhead shot of the ghatts in Varanasi. Whenever I see the photograph I am reminded of this very meaningful day, life, death, friendship, love, and God. All at once. 

One of my favorite stores in New York is called Just Bulbs (220 East 60th St. NYC). They are 3 doors down from the Rouge uptown on 60th street and they sell, wait for it ... just bulbs. I am very, very particular about lighting (I have NO overhead lighting in my entire apartment) and Just Bulbs has every conceivable bulb from the hard to find European sizes, to Edison bulbs of every wattage, to hilarious Christmas lights. I love that place.