German house painter with an Italian name

Well after about a year of deliberations Dean finally selected a color. He ran out of runway. He hired a German house painter with an Italian name. Yet he still hasn’t finalized his selections. We’ve been looking at all the shades of taupe for months. I think hiring the painter was Dean’s way of forcing himself to make a decision. He gets like this — paralyzed by decisions. Sure, interior paint color isn’t that big of a deal but you do live with it — and we’re paying $5k to have the whole inside of the house painted. So he’s back where he started, Cotswold. Which is a Sherwin Williams take on one of the colors we selected from the 1933 Le Corbusier pallet. Oh Le Corbusier. You know him even if you don’t know him. Remember in the 90’s when you started seeing this chaise everywhere? It was so ~fancy~ and I remember desperately wanting one. I didn’t know at the time that the design was his or that it was from the 1920’s. Seriously, that freaking chaise is 100 years old. Does that look like a 100-year-0ld chair? No. But that’s why I love Le Corbusier so much. All architects are tyrants but he was especially persnickety. First of all, look at those glasses, you know you’re in trouble. He’d right around Chicago on a bicycle with those glasses, hiding out from the Nazis all through WW2. He designed this apartment building in Marseilles that’s really stunning — it’s kind of the perfect apartment building. Anyhow, the guy who owns the company that built my guest house is a big Le Corbusier fan as well. I dream of living in one of his buildings but seriously — they’re difficult and expensive. That chaise, for example, is notoriously uncomfortable. I love early 20th century furniture that practically DARES you to use it. Here are some of my favorites:

Oh hai, would you like to be humiliated today? Are you looking for a way to end the dinner party early? Give me to your enemy.

How’s your spine? I can make you hate your life. Come sit with me. I’m Danish.

I am from the Bauhaus. My stitches will rupture when you least expect it. I am hilarious at fancy cocktail parties when I fracture the coccyx of those who sit upon me.