Designers and High Point Market

For designers everywhere
I was at High Point Market recently continuing the search for more opportunities and to catch some seminars on what’s trending and being communicated — as well as to speak to retailers/designers/salespeople. And, of course, to see people and the new products introduced.

I continue to be delighted at the growing number of designers who attend Market, as well as the products available for designers to purchase for their clients. There were several designer panels, events, and seminars all targeted at designers. There were also designer collections introduced (congratulations Corey Damen Jenkins on your beautiful lighting for Hudson Valley Lighting!).
As someone who has been attending HP Market for 30 years, the vibe is different when the focus is directed towards designers. The aesthetic expands, the thinking changes, the results blossom. This benefits those retailers who seek to express a fashion forward statement, as well as the retail clients and customers they serve. In a time where there is some moaning about business being challenging (and it IS for a lot of people), it’s uplifting to have good news to experience and share.

For designers, if you aren’t going to High Point in the spring and fall, you must. There is much to gain if you do and even more to miss if you don’t.

Now, go sell something~

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Here’s to Success !

Congratulations to all of the wonderful designers who made this years Kips Bay Show House another resounding success!
A fabulous painter friend of mine, Troy Henriksen, has a painting at :04 in the video…. It’s a 2008 self portrait.  Check it out. AND his story is wonderful.
A former fisherman from New Bedford, Massachusetts, Henriksen wanted to be a painter and moved to Paris to paint. He has become wildly successful, and all the young professional Parisians ‘get a Troy’ when they cross that line into ‘the have’s’.
Here is another link to his work and some newer works:

Vatican and Marc Chagall

On the same, soaking rainy day, Kingsley and I toured the Vatican and the Marc Chagall: Love and Life exhibit. The striking juxtaposition of the content, the spirit, the environment, and the accessibility of the artwork was to my American and lapsed Catholic’s sensibility, ironic.

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The Vatican was breathtaking. From the crowds gathered in St Peter’s Square to the hushed hypnotic viewing of the Pietaunnamed (2), every room, hallway, courtyard held treasures. Our tour guide was a Vatican employee (unlike other independent tour guides) who was highly knowledgeable and respectful of the history and majesty – withoutunnamed (3)unnamed (1)   unnamed (4) sharing inside stories, true or false. From the monumental (St Peter’s Throne and the Brunelleschi altar) to the familiar (Sistine Chapel) to the surprising collection of contemporary art (the textile hanging by Matisse), it was a feast of art and architecture and the history of one of most influential institutions in the history of the    world…and it did not disappoint. 

Featured at the Chiostro del Bramante, a fine contemporary art museum a few steps from the Piazza Navona, was a retrospective of Marc Chagall.  The exhibit was significant (and unfortunately, poorly executed – it was difficult to follow the sequence of work, even with numbers and a headset) with 140 works that highlighted the 3 cultures to which he belonged: Jewish, Russian, and the Western tradition of painting – from Rembrandt to the avant garde. It began with his life and the love of his life – his wife and muse, author Bella Rosenfeld – and completed with his paintings and etchings inspired by the Bible. Chagall believed the Bible to be “the most beautiful poem ever written”. He was a painter with a perspective without judgement, a painter whose truth was his own religion, his love of country and his expression as a painter. 

I was overwhelmed by so much visual stimulation and world class art, and took the edge off with a mid-afternoon cappuccino break in the cafe, to rest feet and eyes and let the day wash over me. 

It is important to fill the well…even sometimes to the point of spilling over.