Friday, October 14, 2011

111 Archer Avenue

Who doesn't love The Royal Tenenbaums? No one, probably. Show me someone who hates that movie and I'll show you a lying imbecile. Or a film student with some legitimate opinions. Whatever.


Last night, I attended the 10th Anniversary screening of the film at Lincoln Center. My quick-witted compadre had found and bought the tickets early last week. We couldn't believe our luck.

My good friends Wes Anderson and Eric Anderson were there, alongside Gwyneth Paltrow, Bill Murray and Anjelica Huston. They did a Q&A panel after the screening and it was fantastic to see their rapport. As far as the screening itself?

I've probably seen the movie... well, let's say a couple of times. But never on the big screen. It was pretty incredible to lean back and notice the smallest, most random details I hadn't ever spotted on a 15" laptop screen. And, as I'm in the fever pitch stage of a decorating fervor, I was most impressed by the set design.

NOW. I am hardly the first person to write about the sets and art of The Royal Tenenbaums. I'm probably not the first person to do it today. But here's what I found interesting this time around. The kind of stuff I plan on incorporating into my next apartment.

First of all, the whole house at 111 Archer Avenue reminds me of the Museum of Natural History in New York or Deyrolle in Paris. It's stuffed to the brim with... stuff. Wood paneling, cozy nooks, taxidermied animals, painted animals and scientific objects are everywhere.




museum (At the museum)

The boyfriend already has some mounted horns scattered around his place, but how magical would a full stuffed animal be? Or at least some mounted butterflies. Like this:



Another thing I love is how much art the family has.



Whether it's painted by Richie...


... or of professional interest to Ethel...



Everything is a bit scattered, but there for a reason. Everything has its place.

And maybe I should start a bright yellow collection of NGs.


Speaking of yellow. I adore the eye-searing shade of Wes Anderson yellow. If that color were a food, I'm sure it would make you cry with pain.



Of course, it's frequently found throughout all his movies. (Ahem. One of my favorites.)


I'm always on the lookout for some maps. Raleigh St. Clair's house reminds me of the nerve center of a British expedition.


Say it with me: White Man's Burden chic. Without any of the horrific connotations.


I could never have enough subway tile. Ever. (And cute pink phone.)



And finally, let's keep things a little Old New York-nautical. Like the Maritime or something.


(All photos from here)

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