LES GRIS, TOUJOURS LES GRIS
via eclectic revisited
I do not yet know where we will land in Paris. I have not put too much effort into looking; it is much too early. I have looked online, I have done a small amount of research, and I have a tiny idea where I will look, and a HUGE idea where I will NOT! I also want moldings, wood floors, fireplaces and an elevator. Oh, and did I already mention a large kitchen, a marble bathroom and a huge terrasse? I will be as bold as to add a magnificent view of the Eiffel Tower.
That's the big picture. As for the finer details, I know my new home will be painted a variety of grays. Pale grays, warm grays, deeper grays. The whole group of chips around one of my favorite Benjamin Moore colors: Balboa Mist.
It is SO much simpler when you know which path to take...you don't even need to know where you are going, you just follow the wind, so to speak. (I also have the habit of designing spaces in my head even before I know what they actually are)
Speaking of following the wind, I am off to Paris and Tangier tomorrow. Paris will have a little bit of house hunting on its schedule and some family business to attend to, and Tangier, a whole lot of work. Including trying to find an agent for future production and a nice efficient assistant who speaks Arabic for our dealings in the challenging world of Moroccan artisans. I am proud to say I know how to say hello, good bye, milk (yes, milk) and thank you. Not quite enough to get my very important design details across, I would say; Precise sketches, photos and energetic hand signs don't always cut it. When in doubt, speak Arabic, I say. Hello? anyone?