LIFE ISNT FAIR ITS JUST FAIRER THAN DEATH quoted Andrew Martin at London’s Decorex this year. Life at Decorex didn’t seem entirely fair when stand after stand the squinting public were accosted with plastic monkey clocks, bizarrely furry TV beds and giant pencils. There were positive elements to them I’m sure, but when things are that…shiny, well it becomes hard to summon the energy to get excited. So really, I was just crying out for something to catch my attention and put an end to the confusion.
In Mr. Martin’s den we did not have to puzzle. Walking in I was immediately captivated by something more than a tired salesperson. Actually it was a skull in an ice sculpture, but no matter. This was really hot stuff. After chastising myself for lack of ice-skull-cool knowledge, I scanned the stand and it was darkly exciting. I would go as far as to say sexy. This furniture was sexy.
Aztec patterns bring out the Kate Moss in me, that fringe wearing bohemian who wants to chase cowboys in the Wild West. So could I really all do all of this from my comfortable Andrew Martin chair? It seemed so. All the more pleasing if I could listen to bass pumping electro music, and had a rather large personal collection of broken vintage cameras.
The crowning element of the showroom was the photo like printed wallpaper with logs, iron bolt studded walls, bookshelves, wooden panels and vintage filing cabinets. All of these were dark and atmospheric, in a glamorous haunted Mckittrick Hotel kind of way. I was really hoping someone was going to hand me a martini whilst I browsed. Its Tarantino-esque vibe means it is probably more suited to a bar than my bedroom. Nonetheless, Mr. Martin’s bold statement was more than fair, it was fantastic.
