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Ghost chairs made this job hellish.
The black stuff (technical term) placed all over actually sparkled but the lights in the room were so dim they did not make anything of the embellishment. I had to get within a foot of the terrier centerpiece to note the material of the black stuff. When I did, I was disappointed it wasn't used to greater effect because it carried light and colors beautifully. It is a shame a light was not directed towards it. The room looks dark because it was. Really, really dark. With clear chairs. A tad frustrating.
The centerpiece was a terrier which looked suspiciously like Mickey, my Mom's snarky Cairn, and the black stuff is loosely made in the shape of flowers.
It had elements of genius.
But here it all is, presented so that one understands this is a labor of love for cities and that even the blemishes are magnificent.
At first, I really did not get the fruit centerpieces. After I looked at the room for a while, I decided that while a million other objects could have been placed there, they do soften the scene and the colors fit in perfectly. Which is to say, not at all, because it is a vibrant free-for-all.
So, the Hostess will never own the place settings or napkins but someone less trad than I will and in the meantime, they tipped the balance of understanding for the consumer here: Everything rough and gritty about cities, brushed up, refined, and presented in such a way as to create an appreciation of the things we overlook in a day.
Right down to the graffiti'd crown moulding. Look really close, the ceiling is papered end to end in blue prints.
Completely over the top and definitely a masterpiece.

Is there anything that winks more at summer fun than a huge white picnic table? It's raining in New York today, and I am totally ready for summer and party in a tent like this one.
The table setting was crowded but pleasing in the exhibit-sense: Glittering, gold, of varied heights and textures.
On the whole, a really cheerful beach dream.
The young designers here are two sweet peaches, you would adore them. I could easily see this at a roof party in LA... at the top of The Standard, maybe.

It was hard to miss the point: Madness, mayhem, and, oh, cup of tea? The settings, which were everywhere and nowhere all at once were a wild mismatch of nearly every stunningly beautiful pattern on the planet which ever deigned to make a teapot or cup. The colors were overwhelming but cheerful and alluring. I wanted to look away because it was such an obvious train wreck but I could not stop wondering how they captured the thing so thoroughly, nor why they wanted to.
I understand the appeal of Alice in Wonderland. Conceptually nothing could be more dream-like, as open to interpretation, or bursting with insanely brilliant possibilities. But it has a downside, which is that it is a story about madness. Some will feel one, some the other, precious dangerous few can reach both. I dove right into the patterns but it was not long before claustrphobia overtook me and I wanted to tidy the whole thing and slap that stupid rabbits' snout.
Honestly, looking at this table made me feel crazy inside. I just wanted to get away from it.
It is clean and dirty at the same time: Everything is white and light, clean fabrics and textures and equally as clean lines. Then the moss sod came under the Hostess' microscope: Ah, not on your life would that hit my table with nothing under it. It is no different than a picnic on the ground, if one thinks of it that way, but I am just not bringing it in to the house if it is not on a tray. But I adored it in the exhibit sense.
Sculpted mushrooms were a wonderful thought and the stark white color against the moss was perfect. Any flower used in place would not be as well conceived as this, I thought. The candle holders allowed a perfect warm illumination.
Both the thin leggy bird used as centerpiece (which still allows for conversation per the Hostess' first rule of centerpiece design) and the long, lean print upon the wall are drop dead gorgeous. They sync up the visual effect: Drawing the eye ever upward. For small dining rooms with a low ceiling this trick is invaluable. On the whole, the room was contemplative and cerebral, one of few installations that knew so well the expectations of the human eye and how best to take advantage of our Creator's design talents in turn. Never mind the woodsy stuff which was itself glorious, the room was a masterpiece of heights and lights.
I get it; the place setting. I just wish the birds had not been so black in color. They were perhaps the only disappointment in this room. I wondered where the black came from because it did not flow.
I am shamelessly coveting these green horn utensils. Where have these been all my life?
Secondly, though it is not easy to make out since the walls were navy blue, they were of rubberized basket weave. Selfishly, I wished they had selected the slightest tonalities of this color to make it more obvious in photography.
Beautiful and serene.


Graphic and artistic, it appeals to a closet minimalist who still goes in for bold color.
Did the place settings measure up to the decor, though? There are so many wonderful chargers and settings these days, it seemed this could have been more visually exciting. Also, though I understand that they were probably intended to balance out the tabletop, I am not a fan of darkly colored stemware.

The placesettings seemed trimmed in hammered metal tipped with dripping copper. More edgy than my taste but a novel curiousity nonetheless.
The wooded glen mural behind is hand painted and surrounds the towering brightly hued mushroom canopy which seems to be painted fabric-covered sculpted foam. The underside is of shirred and pleated tonal fabrics. Glowing lights twinkle from the underside of the caps and finally the canopy was lit from ground up. It was otherworldly.
The tops of the toad stools are painted faux turf above more shaped mushroom stem bases. Chivari chairs were embellished with vines, moss, and leaves. The ground is of large bark mulch edged in live moss.
Below is the mushroom canopy. A twinkling butterfly visits this inspired paradise.
Can you see why Celebrate is the choice of many luxe party throwers and celebrities? I wish I was having dinner in this little oasis.