The world evolves...styles change...time marches on. The loftiest interior design gods create exquisitely beautiful homes that we mere mortals can only aspire to -- and then they sell those homes and do something different, somewhere else.
Who can forget John Saladino's villa in Montecito? He published a book about it, here.
What an amazing place.
Stone walls...
Delicate hues...
Old velvet...
And gardens that feel as if they've been conjured up out of the mists of time.
Then there was Helene Aumont's supremely charming "farmhouse" in Santa Ynez.
Bold
Original
Colorful
Featuring a seemingly effortless I just tossed that throw over the couch two minutes ago nonchalance that only the French seem able to achieve.
And gone, gone, gone.
I wonder what happens to these homes when they are sold. Do the new owners scrap everything and start from scratch? Do the furnishings end up on 1st dibs?
I know, I know. Nothing stays the same. We are all constantly looking for new ideas, new ways to improve our environments.
But still...RIP, you beautiful rooms, you.
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