Home sweet home…
Many of you haven’t seen my home in L.A. yet, so I thought I would give you a little sneak peek. Nope. kidding, not my house. Amy Nuensinger’s house to be exact….for now at least..(sinister laugh). So we shot there all last week and it truly is one of the most beautiful houses I’ve ever been in, filled with the most beautiful furniture, accessories, and people, if I do say so myself. Amy and her family are in what we like to call the ‘lifestyle mafia’. This is a compliment, by the way, it basically means their life seems so perfect and beautiful that they must be paying someone off.
I knew a lot of these kinds of people in New York, all photographers or stylists, beautiful kids that attend non-snobby private schools, they own a brownstone in brooklyn, a house upstate, their houses are decorated great, but not fussy, and here’s the kicker – they are awesome, friendly, down to earth people. I’m dying to name names right now, you know who you are.
This house was featured in this month. While I was there I picked up the magazine, not knowing this and the pictures started becoming very familiar, I did a few double takes of the magazine and the house, the magazine and the house. I might have gotten a little freaked out; it was a bit meta for me. It would be like watching a movie in a house that the movie is set in, not knowing this in advance. OR once I watched ‘The Beach’ in southern Thailand while we were backpacking with a bunch of other backpackers, which is about a bunch of backpackers in southern Thailand backpacking. you get the idea. So I looked for myself in the pictures, I smiled just in case ‘they’ were taking pictures as I read.
Amy is a crazy good lifestyle photographer, and she did all the interior design in the house. It’s even prettier in person. I hope she doesn’t notice all the shit I stole. Kidding. Also, I’m not sure what the hazing process is, but I’ll do anything, anything to be a part of this mafia. Besides kill, sell drugs (to kids at least) or eat black olives… so gross.