Womb room or there’s a nipple in my parlour

Posted on Mon, 3 Nov 2008 by midcenturyjo

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! If you can get past the title of this design book (The Power Look At Home, Decorating for Men, Egon von Furstenberg and Karen Fisher, William Morrow & Company, New York, 1980) you will find some interesting takes on male decor in this week’s retro rollick. There is your traditional gentleman’s club look, the “Sssshh this isn’t really a brothel” look and the “My decorator picked all of this and the cleaning lady keeps it tidy” look. My particular favourites are the giant “womb” floor cushion and the nipple cubes. Please please it doesn’t scream misogynist at all. Unfortunately very few colour photos to share but lots of moody b&w shots. I’ve included one of a small kitchen I find really cool.

Raina says:

Egon was fashion designer Diane Von Furstenberg’s first husband. He was an interesting character to say the least.

Brandy says:

When two nipples aren’t enough.
Are those the female version of Aalto stools? looks like they can receive the one on the left, groovy indeed.

kim. says:

I am at a loss for words on this one. Boobs, wombs and a really nice ass. This ought to wake a few people up on this Monday morning.

Lindsay says:

Wow. Seriously. I almost wish straight men would decorate this boldly again, as long as they don’t also start calling women broads.

24KGLDFCE says:

The Metro Rack kitchen, particularly. And using carpeted stairs as a bar? So brilliant.

Within months, I’ll bet there were 17 TV remotes, $400 worth of loose change and 12,000 pieces of Lego in the folds of that womb floor.

pinkorangred says:

Egon and DVF must have been quite a couple!
(speaking of the great DVF, a great blip in the New Yorker profile a couple years ago, which amply touted her achievements, brilliance and ambition, was “…and when she gave herself to love, she gave herself fully,” or something like that, noting how after meeting one lover she promptly spent the next four years clad in a sarong on a beach with him (with no other details divulged).
How does one ever find the time…some godesses do, apparently!

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