When I see Christmas in my head, I don’t see green and red. I prefer combinations of deep purple and electric blue. Which is why the Moorish Palace at Tivoli (1853) in the entertainment gardens of Copenhagen gives me an extra thrill at Christmas time.
Or this season’s Christmas packaging at LeNôtre fine foods in Paris, where the glossy paper bags are mini works of art and the tea comes in hot pink tins.
Inspired by the season of rich tones, I recovered our Danish teak couch (originally upholstered in a boring oatmeal colour) in a deep purple. Velvet seemed the only option. What do you think???
Actually, because the velvet shifts from purple to burgundy to pink depending on the sun and the way the plush moves, I’ve decided to rename it our Mark Rothko couch.
Nobody does deep purple and electric blue like the great American painter Mark Rothko. Possibly Henri Matisse, but not with the kind of endless meanings floating out from abstraction. I just saw a fantastic play in Toronto about Rothko called Red. There was paint flying, and clouds of pigment when the passion of making art went sky high. Whenever I’m in Washington my first pilgrimage is to the East Building at the National Gallery to see the colour-drenched Rothko’s hovering there. Luckily, I have a Rothko right here at home. It’s a fridge magnet. I think I got it for Christmas.