Kelly Wearstler is one of those people whose image and whose art are inseparable. The rooms she designs and the products she create all scream “KELLY!!” from miles away, which is quite an accomplishment. Her image is her art and her art is her image, a unique and modern concept that everyone is trying to do these days: Wearstler does it with ease.
What is that image, though? Good question. It falls somewhere between the Polo Lounge at The Beverly Hills Hotel and Dynasty. It’s both Wasilly Kandinsky and Michelangelo’s David. It is opulence and it is maximalist. It is at all times beautiful, while being utterly and absolutely ridiculous. It’s completely serious, yet completely ironic. You know, I cannot even figure out how to express her image. However, I do believe that Tofer Chin’s Discus Thrower scultpture, which was commissioned by Wearstler, best illustrates what I cannot describe.
That sculpture, along with many other art and design oddities, can be found in her latest book: Hue. The book is a fun, healthy dose of crazy inspiration, broken down by color palette. Every color soaked page in the book is marvelous and makes you want to jump in the book and live there (or, at least, visit them). Every page illustrates her image, where you see gaudy–even tacky–large chairs from the weirdest design phases of the sixties and eighties juxtaposed with a classic, black, marble table. It makes zero sense, but it one hundred percent makes sense.
These rooms and places, many of which are Weartler’s own residences, drip with an unrivaled elegant absurdity: they are just too ridiculous…but that is the point! It’s fun! It isn’t stuffy! It’s a dream world that we would all adore to be a part of! (Or, at least, have a dinner party there.) I love this book and find that it is the perfect gift for anyone who needs inspiration or for anyone who is a lover of beauty. Reading it made me want to throw on my brightest patterned shirt and match it with an equally patterned and colorful pair of shorts: Hue makes you want to create your own, crazed style and not give a shit about what other people have to say about it.
Why? Because it’s fabulous. And, being fabulous is seventy percent elegance and thirty percent insanity. Or, at least, that’s what I tell myself.