Showing posts with label Anthony Machado. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anthony Machado. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

If only you knew what darkness I am plunged into ..

A bit of a stretch, I know, from Saint Thérèse de Lisieux to Anthony Machado, but that quote did spring to mind when I saw this nightclubbish interior that Mr Machado designed for himself on Nob Hill.

What other verbal ejaculation hovered on my lips when I saw the large mirror alongside the bed - the gay equivalent, I fear, of the bordelloesque looking glass above the bed - I shall not go into but I must admit I was impressed by that crowd-pleasing mattress and accommodating expanse of reflection. The large mirror flanking a bed has made a remarkable return in a number of interiors within the last few years and I think is a subject worth discussing in another post.


From that point it's downhill all the way, or should I say, a race to the bottom. Perhaps I should stop now whilst I'm ahead, but I really want to show you these rooms which, whether your taste is offended or titillated by them, are so of their time: a time of power dressing, wide shoulders, big hair and Gordon Gekko.

It is rare nowadays to see interiors completely built around a social schedule that does not involve daylight, but here you have a perfect example. What daylight, twilight actually, there is, is merely incidental, the windows almost suffocated under shades and screens. Think of it another way - what you are seeing is the 1980s version of an 1880s Aesthetic Movement interior.



Anthony Machado died of complications of AIDS in 1995.


I must find the attribution for the photographer but the photos are from Architectural Digest, December 1980.