This visit was different. I forgot to meet up after an hour. My husband found me on the floor reading one book. I never sit on the floor. I remember my reaction well. It hasn't change from the first book to magazines showing his work. This is different. This is sexy. Some may find my description odd or not agree, but to me it's perfectly clear.
Vicente Wolf approaches a space with great confidence. He is informed by the architecture and the client but the decisions and selections are not just intuitive, but seem almost primal. His interiors always have color, texture, antiques and artwork. But no one component jumps out to steal the spotlight. The details just reveal themselves to you...slowly.
His trademark yellow flowers that show up in so many of his rooms are never distracting. They are not a jolt of energy, but instead a subtle illumination.
His use of round tufted oversized ottomans are in stark contrast to the sleek trays he places on top. A perfect combination of masculine and feminine.
There are examples of his unique approach to holding the television. Put it plain sight. Make it alluring.
His smart use of pictures ledges allows for a revolving art gallery.
I truly learn so much from reading his books. While the photography is stunning, the interiors are beautiful, it's his insights on design and detailed descriptions of his travels that truly captivate me.
Last night, I carefully removed the plastic off his latest book, Lifting The Curtain On Design. I immediately slid the dust jacket off, which I do with all my books, to see if it revealed the vivid yellow cover that I anticipated. I read late into the night. I am nowhere near done. So far, my expectations have been exceeded. Now another yellow spine will grace my bookshelves and continue teaching me more about what makes good design!