Though I have files and files (paper, digital, mental) of beautiful images of homes, some of my favorite spaces exist only where the imagination of the author meets my own. Today, a New York flat from the sparkliest book in my library, Bergdorf Blondes
by Plum Sykes...
"The only good thing about the day of the party was that I got to spend it in my apartment, which, by the way, I adore. I couldn't believe it when I found it, it was a steal. It's deep in the West Village, on the corner of Perry Street and Washington Street, the whole top floor of a redbrick, prewar walk-up. I've got pretty windows on two sides and I can just glimpse the river sparkling in the distance through them. I've painted all the walls a pale azure to match the water. It's not very big- just a bedroom, sitting room with a fireplace, and an alcove study- but it's pretty as hell with my things in it. It's sort of vintagey, but not cluttered with junk like some girls' apartments can be in New York. Shoes everywhere is something I'm totally allergic to actually, and I can't really be friends with girls who are into having rails and rails of clothes instead of furniture. I'm into clean vintage, if you get my meaning. I mean, I have this beautiful chandelier I found in Paris in the sitting room, and old photographs and things on the wall, and a soft, pale blue sofa that I lie on and read books for hours, listening to music. And then everything in my bedroom is covered in antique white linen that Mom sends over from England, when she's not busy doing annoying things like cancelling my wedding without telling me. God! Mom! Nightmare."
-Bergdorf Blondes by Plum Sykes
, Copyright 2004 Plum Sykes and Miramax/Hyperion
The narrator's description of her flat reveals more about her than anything else does. Though she thinks of herself as "this Champagne bubble of a girl about town" because that's how other people think of her, no Champagne bubble prefers to spend her time reading alone, or puts so much care and style into her home. Though her actions at this point in the book seem to stem from her knowing nothing about herself, and having very little respect for herself, deep down is a girl who knows what she thinks is beautiful and valuable- and how to get it. I know I'd like to know how to get someone to send me antique linen from England...
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