7.4.10

WHY RUN WHEN YOU CAN GALLOP

"Brand consultant" and entrepreneur Cindy Gallop in her NYC trophy palace. . . which was originally the men's shower room of an old YMCA.

Cindy's apartment is quite a bit too luxury logo driven for my taste . . . what's up with that? But she does have quite the collection of amazing antiques. I can't imagine how intimidated men are when they come to pick her up for a date. . . i feel like that Chanel rifle is a blaring symbol of a powerful woman's "balls" so to speak.
images via The Selby. . . duh

12 comments:

bench sweaters said...

These pics are wicked! Love them

alice said...

I first saw it in this video for Dwell (http://www.dwell.com/videos/bold-color-small-space-the-black-apartment.html).
I have to say I love Cindy's "balls". :D

Alecto said...

I wouldn't know where to begin. I'd probably think she was part of the exhibit. But the idea of living in an old shower stall is kinda nifty...

wolf.at.your.door. said...

hoooly BALLS that's amazing. is she looking for roommates?!

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Aire said...

whoa thats crazy!
:)

me melodia said...

love every damn detail.

Sister Wolf said...

Go listen to her speech about sex at TED 2009, it's a must!

http://blog.ted.com/2009/12/cindy_gallop_ma.php

Anonymous said...

This just reads pretentious to me. Who would want to live in a museum?

Liz said...

Insane bear rug. Cool stuff but not very cozy, which is how I like my house to be.

Fashion Serial Killer said...

she has the best shit!

Cindy Gallop said...

Thanks for the coverage! I should explain that the luxury logo overload is a combination of a)my major Gucci/YSL fandom when Tom Ford was designing for them, and b) the work of young Oakland-based artist Peter Gronquist, who specializes in ironic depictions of designer objects (the Gucci chainsaw, Chanel AK47, Louis Vuitton gazelle and Guccigator are all his).

Everyone who visits reports that my apartment is much cozier and homier in real life, and less 'museum-like', than photos tend to suggest.

The museum-like impression I imagine comes from the fact that my apartment is filled with the results of a lifetime of haunting flea markets and junk shops, so that is in fact my entire life around me - every object has a story.

And on the subject of roommates: young? male? hot? straight? six-pack abs to die for? We can talk..:)