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My Musings. Deep and not-so-deep thoughts from the brain of Jonathan Adler

my musing #2

Inspiration is a freaky thing; it always seems to come from unexpected quarters. You never know when it will strike. Here are five things which never fail to float my creative boat:

When I was working on my Muse collection, which features faces going around a porcelain vessel, I searched far and wide for the perfect model and I found her on Falcon Crest. Morgan Fairchild has the most perfectly blank and mysteriously mask-like face.

dora maar bowl

dora maar bowl

Lesson: don’t overlook the facial features of cheesy celebrities. And, recognize the importance of plastic perfection in life’s rich tapestry.

bargello puzzle

bargello puzzle

Speaking of not overlooking cheesy celebrities, you also shouldn’t overlook artists who are considered cheesy. I beg you, I implore you to please please please look at Leroy Neiman’s work with a fresh and unprejudiced eye. Try to forget about the Neiman poster of a downhill skier that adorned the wall of your orthodontist’s office.

His drawings are especially beautiful. I love the pure colors he uses and I love how he throws in a completely improbable color and always makes it work. He is the king of “Colors can’t clash.” Respek.

Click here to learn more about the genius that is Leroy Neiman.



Here’s the thing about a Timbaland joint—he uses the weirdest, the most dissonant, the most annoying beats and the most jarring background noises in otherwise tuneful songs.  The result is infectious pop music.

When I first hear a Timbaland song, I think I hate it.  Listen number two produces a “Hmm, what is that shrill noise in the background?” response.  Number three a “Maybe it’s not that shrill and I kinda’ want to hear more.”  Listen number four equals “This is the only song I ever want to hear ever and I’ll put on a constant loop on my ipod.”

love and hate canisters

So, I am always attuned to anything that produces a visceral reaction of hatred.  If I hate it I probably love it (thin line, love hate, etc.). One exception: I don’t think I’ll ever love Donald Trump style— green marble, maroon, ormolu.  I think I’ll always hate it.

discover how I have embraced my inspirational naysayers in My Prescription for Anti-Depressive Living.

discover how I have embraced my inspirational naysayers in My Prescription for Anti-Depressive Living.

If you don’t have one, get one. Nothing inspires me more than when someone tells me I can’t do something. Get up close and personal with somebody who is wildly unsupportive.  My mother is the greatest person on earth and I absolutely love her.  Truly.  But, she is pathologically risk-averse and whenever I tell her about some new venture I’m embarking on I know that if she screeches that it’s a terrible idea and that I’ve lost my mind then it’s a sure-fire smash.   If she says nay, I say yay.

p.s. I am eternally grateful to the RISD pottery professor who told me I had no talent and that I shouldn’t become a potter (I think it would be totally inappropriate to reveal the name of that vicious naysayer, but I will provide a hint:  Her name begins with J and ends with acquelyn Rice).

My husband Simon Doonan has just published a hilarious book called ECCENTRIC GLAMOUR in which he exhorts women to “create an insanely more fabulous you!” Yes, he’s a cheeky provocateur. No home should be without one.