Alexandra Lange

March 1, 2016 - table lamp

Deeney: Everyone thinks that they’ve got good taste. Everyone thinks “Everyone thinks that they’ve got good taste, though we have got good ambience …” (Pause) But we have got good taste.

My father went to David Mamet’s play, The Old Neighborhood, on Broadway in 1997. When he got home he said, “David Mamet is articulate about people like you.” But we refused to take it as criticism. we have got good taste, my mom has good taste, my grandma had good ambience (my other grandmother had good ambience too, though opposite good taste).

This is my proof.

In my initial house, purchased by my relatives in Cambridge, Mass. in 1974 for a low low cost of $50,000, we played with unpainted wooden blocks, we ate off Massimo Vignelli’s stackable melamine Heller plates, we sat on a blond timber directors chair, we lounged on a geometric carpet from Mexico and we slept underneath a blue Marimekko Puketti duvet. My relatives toasted with Ultima Thule and had cooking parties with general dishes from Merry White’s Cooking for Crowds by a light of an oversized paper lampshade. Sometimes we was authorised to stay adult late to offer a hummus with pita triangles.

Alexandra Lange plates

Arabia china. Photo by Bruce White for Bard Center.

This initial house, a gray clapboard Victorian, was in a behind of my mind when we began to select things for my possess residence in Brooklyn. Ebay was my crony as we rebought a Heller plates. we hung a paper creation over a same ash dining table, now upheld on to me. we put a geometric carpet we bought in India in my daughter’s room. we searched high and low for those duvets–the originals got mislaid in my parents’ divorce–and had to settle for something less. Oh, we had some ideas of a own: Homasote pinup walls, Japanese printed string used like wallpaper, many, many built-ins. The former owners, 1950s graduates of Pratt, left a few treasures, like a pinkish pukka-shell flare that we never would have chosen.

I drew from a Cambridge residence since it wasn’t modern, though my relatives (mostly my mother) had done it so by a equipment they picked and their arrangement in a rooms. Not all was code new, or 20th century, or from a same hemisphere. The ability to brew seemed to me a pen of good ambience that didn’t come from a store. Or did it?

Interior of Design Research in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a 1960s. Photo © Ezra Stoller/Esto.

In 2003, we interviewed Jane Thompson for an essay on preserving complicated houses; she had been a pivotal figure in a replacement of a Gropius House in Lincoln, Massachusetts, down to donating selected Marimekko fabric from her possess accumulate to reconstitute Ise Gropius’s kitchen textiles. At a time we didn’t know most about Jane, though we did know she and her father Ben Thompson had once owned Design Research, a Cambridge store about that my mom and grandmother spoke lovingly, 25 years after it closed. At a finish of a conversation, we told her my family desired D/R, and if she ever wanted to write a book about it, she should get in touch.

In 2006, she did. Over a subsequent 3 years Jane and we and many others worked to respect a store with a book Design Research: The Store That Brought Modern Living to American Homes, published in 2010. we done a yellow Marimekko on a cover my amicable media avatar, never realizing how most that would come to conclude me as a writer. As some-more and some-more images from Jane’s slip collection trafficked to my inbox, we satisfied we could have cut and pasted a store’s vignettes indiscriminate into a Cambridge house. As we worked a approach by a section on products, we desired everything. we felt like someone had non-stop a tip of my conduct and trustworthy Post-Its to my haughtiness endings: You like this because…

Interior of Design Research in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with Ruth Asawa sculpture in foreground. Photo © Ezra Stoller/Esto.

Those paper lamps, as inexpensive and stylish afterwards as they were now. The Scandinavian wooden toys. The Finnish glassware and Italian cosmetic and random modernism of American industrial products like a Chemex. Growing adult my family couldn’t means a whole lewk. We never had one of Ben Thompson’s tasty down sofas or corpulent grocer retard tables; we had a elementary lounge from a Door Store, off brands, and antiques. Ladies who worked during D/R pronounced connoisseur students would buy one Kaj Franck image for any birthday. But a mix-and-match character was what done D/R special: improved than a showroom, some-more permitted than a dialect store. You could go to Mexico (as my grandparents did in a 1960s) and get a pieces for less, though D/R done it so most easier.

Chemex classic

A Chemex coffee maker, one of a organic and asethetic touchstones of Lange’s childhood. Photo by Karen Philippi.

Good ambience was reduction personal than we realized. It did come from a store, a store that reflected a sold time and place: Cambridge, in a 1960s and early 1970s. Graduate students and immature professors perplexing adulthood on for size. Their houses competence have been from a 19th century, though a lives they wanted to live in them were some-more relaxed, some-more global, some-more hummus-and-pita triangles than jellied salad. Julia Child was a internal luminary (and we knew where her residence was, around a dilemma from my father’s office). Julia Child bought her batterie de cuisine during D/R, too.

The thought of defining yourself as a immature adult by your purchases seems really au courant. When we emailed my mom seeking her if she had any photos of a aged residence she wrote back, tartly, “We didn’t have smartphones afterwards to simply take photos… nor did we obsessively request a lives and belongings.”

Touché, Mom, touché.

Alexandra Lange drafting chair

But no photos doesn’t meant that she, and my grandmother before her, weren’t defining themselves by their belongings. The foreigner fulfilment is that conjunction she nor we rebelled opposite a ambience in that we were raised, expected since my grandparents, Pratt-educated designers both, were good forward of a curve. Once we began doing a investigate on D/R, we looked during their residence with new eyes, unexpected means to see a accouterments as splinters of pattern history. On their shelves were a spiral-bound book from Alexander Girard’s 1949 For Modern Living exhibition during a Detroit Institute of Arts, cost lists from MoMA’s Good Design exhibits of 1951 and 1952, and 1967 seat catalogs from Georg Jensen. Friends bought them Wegner wishbone chairs in Copenhagen; they bought black pottery from Dona Rosa in Oaxaca. My grandmother rebelled so we didn’t have to. My mom was right on time, and I’m hopelessly nostalgic. My initial home and a initial home we done for myself have so most in common. we had to write a book that told me what it was.


For Home Sweet Home, Curbed talked to 30 enchanting personalities opposite a operation of industries to learn about where they grew adult and what home means to them. Follow Alexandra Lange on Instagram and Twitter, and read all her stories on Curbed.

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