DVF’s rooftop aerie.

[DVF's master, glassed-in suite atop the Meatpacking District headquarters. All images courtesy Architectural Digest.]

I’ll die happy after seeing these photos. This home fulfills just about everything I could want in an abode [except for an outdoor shower, and a music room]. The Highline-esque accents, the glassed-in bedroom, worldly accents, and the gypsy bed… feast.

Inside that steel and glass geo-palace? A bamboo canopy bed. I need this immediately:

‘Diane likes to have a hideaway above her store,’ her husband says. ‘I’ve been there, obviously, but it’s not for me. It’s eclectic—there’s no defined style, but the common element is a comfort you can sink into. There’s nothing pretentious.’

The pavilion bed is constructed of bamboo, draped in linen, and backed by a curved wall separating it from the bathroom, which was hand painted to look like a clouded sky.

Crappy iPhone pic of inside of bed, aka my next bedroom:

[Moroccan patchwork coverlet.]

Bath area:

[Freestanding teak tub with classic fittings and folding screens.]

[One of three eating spaces.]

Balinese sculptures flanking a little architectural model of the DVF Meatpacking headquarters:

Her home is like a little love letter to New York, her enduring youth, and a life well lived.

I was in the kitchen grabbing a cup of coffee while I let the bathroom steam up for my shower. I flipped open the AD on the counter, found this article, and… 7 minutes had gone by before I came up for air.

‘What kind of style is this?’ Von Furstenberg wonders aloud, while traipsing through the sunny rooms in a gauzy printed caftan*, an iPad in one hand, and a Moroccan tea glass filled with vintage Dom Perignon in the other. ‘It’s just odds and ends, all the things that have happened throughout my life.’

‘It’s boheme, like me,’ Von Furstenberg finally observes of the decor. ‘I’m not a bourgeoise—never have been, never will be.’

Living in a town considered a Mecca (I know, RVAers, I said it) for good taste and fabulous architecture, I couldn’t agree with her more. I won’t ever ‘be’ plaids, oak floors, monograms, or matching valances. But Rob and I continue to cultivate a style for our home that doesn’t “fit in,” just takes inspiration from and complements the beautiful bones of a city to which—in my mind, at least—there is no parallel.

In fact, it’s our dream to find an old Fan house and turn it on its ear. Lease is up in July; just sayin’…

I’m pretty sure I’ll always love beautiful homes far more than I’ll ever love beautiful clothes.

-Carey

*Damned right, a caftan!

See my favorite post of our Richmond apartment.