I wore a tee with neon-bright beads in hommage to Elise, who never met a neon bright she didn’t like.
Cliche but true: there are no friends like old friends. And no times better than those spent with old friends you don’t get to see nearly enough—which is why yesterday was so stone cold perfect. I spent it with Elise Loehnen, a Lucky ex-staffer of the seriously old school, who pretty much grew up at the place, going from assistant to a full-on senior level muckety muck. Now she’s out in LA running the shopping site Beso, which is well worth bookmarking if it’s not already on your regular rotation. I visit routinely for inspiration. Elise has always been one of my favorite people to go on hours-long shopping walkabouts with, and after a lively lunch with her boss, that’s precisely what we did. (Only in LA, of course, it’s more of a driveabout.)
Robin Edlow, who has always liked a nice statement necklace, just almost pulls off this wall hanging
But first we hooked up with another former partner in crime, Miss Robin Edlow. Robin worked the PR game back in New York, and now plies her trade out here. Robin is also cheer personified; the only person I’ve ever met who can put a smile on my face every time I see her.
We stopped in at Heath Ceramics, where I promptly went out of my mind for pretty much everything. Maybe it’s just a grass-is-greener situation, but I really do think LA has New York’s ass kicked on the whole design boutique front. My head spinned as I checked out the goods here, including this bud vase set, which manages to be simultaneously midcentury-ish and crafty.
I was so nuts for the tomato-soup red plate that’s part of this kid’s dinnerware set that I bought the plate on its own, just so I could enjoy the tomato soup-y perfection of its hue, and serve the occasional verrrry snall side dish on it.
Also: this mug, and in fact Heath’s entire Rim line, is so excellently Big Sur that it practically qualifies as a classic. I bought four dinner plates of the white rims; I don’t usually invest in dinnerware because I break everything, but these babies are solid, and did not cost a crazy fortune. (Sturdiness aside, I still wouldn’t have bought that pretty mug, though. I really kill all mugs, which is why all of mine now come from Crate & Barrel and cost less than a large latte.)
Another destination: Plastica, where everything comes in bright, and more bright, and you quickly find yourself getting sucked in to the happy local aesthetic. Before you know it you’re decorating the fictional home in the hills you are nowhere near actually committing to moving across the country for.
For instance, for the backyard deck, by the pool (everyone has a pool!): these African chairs, which also come in vibrant-in-a-chic-way Kente patterns.
Brilliant: This Navajo rug is 100% synthetic. When it gets dirty, you just hose it down. And it’s crazy cheap.
Same deal with this runner.
Look how nice it is in Robin’s entryway. I’ve been wanting a rug for under my kitchen table for ages, but there’s something so unsanitary—unless you are exceedingly conscientious, housekeeping-wise—about the prospect of a rug under a table where one dines. This makes the notion feel wholly do-able, however.
Tags: Elise Loehnen
, Heath Ceramics
, My People
, Robin Edlow