There was a flash of Redd at the bar, a laughing man, in a uniform mass of white tie …a red dinner jacket. It was Miles Redd, looking, surprise -surprise, stand out chic.
What FUN to have a name that you can really make your own visual motif especially as a decorator, and red to boot. Juliet Pink, Jules Noir, Juliet Green (please let’s make it Emerald) Jules Diamond – well I can but dream, Miles has made his a reality, as he says: it’s about dreams coming true… and in true 21st Century ‘hero style’ he was his own fairy god-mother.
Miles Redd seriously suits his name: his interiors carve out a visual feast redolent with all the energy and passion ‘Redd’ implies. I didn’t wait for Christmas to get ‘The Big Book of Chic’, which was lucky as it was all sold out. It’s a treat: luscious, vivid, glamorous, oh and of course, entirely chic. After a personal intro, it is entirely excerpts (in red) from all my favourite books: Mitford, Waugh, Gatsby etc and quotes from the super-stylish (Beaton, Bowie, Bailey) amidst lashings of sumptuous Redd interiors – escapism on a red velvet banquette.
I am intrigued by the formative inspiration, childhood, and Miles recalls a Cecil Beaton book ‘The Royal Portraits’, pored over endlessly, dreaming of ‘the great big glittering world‘ and ‘red damask banquettes’. I must get it… for the children (helicopter how you will).
Then of course real life begins, in Miles case at Parsons School of Design where ‘I wasn’t exactly green. I was chartreuse‘. Love him. He found his feet and has succeeded, of course Miles’ palette is extensive, but for this post I am celebrating Redd:
The luxury that is Redd…
All of which makes me think, where’s the RED? Forget paint the town these days, I need to paint the house … RED.
All images from the ‘Big Book of Chic‘.