I don’t think of myself as a collector. To me the term implies a conscious hunt of items of a certain quality and financial value. My collecting is really an accumulation of things that make me smile or remember something or someone fondly. (Some of my Napoleonic collection arranged with books and china) Here
Browing category Decor
Who can resist an evening at The Black Cat, a San Francisco gem, serving up live music in a bar and speakeasy venue? “Certainly not me” I thought as I sped down to the heart of the Tenderloin in the back of an Uber. The all black exterior of the building with a neon cat
all photographs taken by Ashley Urban When I stepped through the imposing black and gold doors at Leos Oyster Bar, I couldn’t help but smile at tropical wall paper, mother of pearl chandeliers, a long pink onyx bar with an oyster container at the end and a neat row of tables set before pleated banquets.
I find that as my children get older it’s harder to surprise them. That’s why I was so excited to redo my daughter Averell’s bedroom in anticipation of her coming home from London for the holidays. I couldn’t wait to see the surprise on her face when she walked into her old room again.