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.Â Morgan Fairchild has the most perfectly blank and mysteriously mask-like face.
Lesson: donâ€™t overlook the facial features of cheesy celebrities. And, recognize the importance of plastic perfection in lifeâ€™s rich tapestry.
Speaking of not overlooking cheesy celebrities, you also shouldnâ€™t overlook artists who are considered cheesy. I beg you, I implore you to please please please look at Leroy Neimanâ€™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 orthodontistâ€™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 â€śColors canâ€™t clash.â€ť Respek.
Hereâ€™s the thing about a Timbaland jointâ€”he uses the weirdest, the most dissonant, the most annoying beats and the most jarring background noises in otherwise tuneful songs.Â The result is infectious pop music.
When I first hear a Timbaland song, I think I hate it.Â Listen number two produces a â€śHmm, what is that shrill noise in the background?â€ť response.Â Number three a â€śMaybe itâ€™s not that shrill and I kindaâ€™ want to hear more.â€ťÂ Listen number four equals â€śThis is the only song I ever want to hear ever and Iâ€™ll put on a constant loop on my ipod.â€ť
So, I am always attuned to anything that produces a visceral reaction of hatred.Â If I hate it I probably love it (thin line, love hate, etc.). One exception:Â I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ll ever love Donald Trump styleâ€” green marble, maroon, ormolu.Â I think Iâ€™ll always hate it.
If you donâ€™t have one, get one. Nothing inspires me more than when someone tells me I canâ€™t do something. Get up close and personal with somebody who is wildly unsupportive.Â My mother is the greatest person on earth and I absolutely love her.Â Truly.Â But, she is pathologically risk-averse and whenever I tell her about some new venture Iâ€™m embarking on I know that if she screeches that itâ€™s a terrible idea and that Iâ€™ve lost my mind then itâ€™s a sure-fire smash.Â Â 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 shouldnâ€™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:Â 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.