This past weekend, I met my friend
Corvin Matei, an architect, for dinner and a movie. We met two hours before the movie to give ourselves plenty of time; it had been, we figured, a year and a half since we last hung out? He
lives on the Bowery, in this beautiful apartment he designed, not a fifteen-minute walk from my place. I have no idea why this happens in New York, why we don't see one another more often.
So we met downstairs at Peasant, and I finally explained to him that these photos I took for Homebodies, more than *two* *years* ago when I came over at 8 a.m. for the best light, don't do his place justice. I got a new camera, a Lumix he recommended, soon after I took these, and all my old photography looks terrible compared to the new stuff. "Corvin," I said, recalling the effort it took for us to meet up for this shoot, and how he cooked me a perfect omelette that morning as thanks, "we have to do another shoot! I really don't love the photos."
A perfectionist, he completely understood. We're doing another shoot. However, now that I'm looking at these pictures, well--maybe they're not so bad! And his place is so fabulous, I can't not share. So until I get that second omelette...
Here are a few shots of the guest room, where he grows plants and herbs he cooks with. The framed work below is a drawing by Corvin. He's an old-school architect; dude can draw. And how great is that fire door, which he brought in after he opened up the room? (He did a bit of arranging once he bought the place, opening up that wall, moving this one.)
What neighborhood would you call the Bowery at Spring Street? I tagged this post Soho, but that doesn't seem quite right...
Not surprisingly, we never made it to the movie Saturday night. It turns out that catching up on 18 months requires five hours of conversation, and a lot of wine.