2010 December 15
Designer Wes Gordon is a relative newcomer to both New York City and the fashion world. Thank dieu he's agreed to chronicle his adventures for Chic Report in a weekly column. What's Wes up to this week? Hint: He could use a chair or two.
"After spending a year in a live/work studio space, the time had finally come
for some new digs. When I first moved to New York and starting working on my collection, I had a very romantic notion of a live/work space: I would leisurely wake up, take my time getting ready, have the worlds shortest commute and settle down in another room where I would be joined by one of two other people. This came true---for about...one day. Soon, I was overrun with nearly 20 interns and rapidly multiplying piles of "stuff" (fabric, pattern paper,samples, etc). As you can imagine, living out of a shaving kit gradually became way less than fun. I soon changed from the artist-in-his-studio to office squatter.
Having made the decision to move, I was soon reminded that New York real estate hunting is part game, part adventure, and part hell. With my best friend and soon-to-be-roommate, Alessandra "Sasha" Codinha (WWD eye reporter), we looked at what felt like every single available property in Manhattan. Actually, she looked at them---I was usually out of town for work, squinting to look at the photos she would send me on my Blackberry. Initially searching for a two-bedroom apartment in SoHo, we found and fell in love with a large, open loft on the Bowery, right across from the Bowery Hotel. Located on the top floor of an amazing old building, the space was insanely cool, albeit in need of some major TLC.
Enter George. Like the painter on "Murphy Brown", our handyman George has since become a fixture of our apartment. He's our "Mister Fix-it" with nothing he can¹t do, and we certainly keep him busy.
Once we had found our apartment and completed the initial renovations, the next task became glaringly obvious. The apartment looks great: flooded with light, great views, spacious and....empty. Our current furniture situation is pathetic. Aside from our bedrooms, the apartment contains a stainless steel table (Chinatown restaurant supply store), two velvet side-chairs, and 4 magnums of champagne (I have no idea where
they came from). And a box of Pop Tarts, cinnamon brown sugar flavor. Assorted
swag from the fashion parties Sasha covers for work litter every available surface (of which there are few): Lanvin Halloween treats, ticket stubs, a never-ending pile of branded canvas bags. She assures me she's not a hoarder, but this remains to be seen. Every morning I throw out more sugar packets that she's squirreled away from the coffee shop next-door.
So, what¹s next for us? Flea markets, 1stdibs.com, beg/borrow/steal-ing from our family/friends and maybe even a "Bring Us Your Furniture" Housewarming party: RSVP required. Champagne on tap. BYO Pop Tarts.
Real estate in New York may often be frustrating, exhausting and depressing, but I couldn't be happier with the way it's turned out for us. Even if that means our living room looks like a yoga studio for a bit longer."
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