Showing posts with label David Hicks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Hicks. Show all posts

16 October 2012

Splish Splash

The bathroom of British designer David Hicks, at his longtime country house in the English village of Britwell Salome, is reminiscent of a library. Photo courtesy of the estate of David Hicks


When is a bath more than just a place for a thorough scrub? When it's been decorated by Brad Dunning, Nancy Lancaster, Elsie de Wolfe, and, yes, even me.

To read all about it, click here to be swept away to the website of Architectural Digest.

13 December 2010

Archives: Get Inspired — David Hicks



Space: Master bedroom, Boyesen Road, Southampton, New York. 
Year: 1967-68 
Client: Lydia Buhl Melhado Farr (later Mrs William H Mann, died 1997), third wife of Francis Bartow Farr, one of Wall Street's richest salesmen, according to The New York Times. Heiress to a Detroit industrial fortune, Lydia Farr—then in her early 30s and the mother of two young sons—had an 18-room apartment at 960 Fifth Avenue and a fabled collection of Verdura jewels. And the good sense to hire David Hicks when she and Farr built a modern house in Southampton, shortly after they married in 1966.  
Elements: Next to nothing, really. A wall-to-wall field of white-glazed hexagonal Provençal tiles. A 19th-century French armoire, stripped to the raw pine. Sleek white-lacquered side tables topped by dead-plain modern lamps. A director's chair of polished steel and white leather. The bed, however, is the piece de résistance, a towering shelter hung with white-linen curtains printed with an overscale damask pattern and lined with crisp glazed white cotton. It is opulently penitential, like something a world-weary marquise of a certain age might have commissioned after being named abbess of a deluxe convent. 
Image: From David Hicks: Designer by Ashley Hicks (Scriptum Editions, 2003).

Originally published: An Aesthete's Lament, 20 November 2008