I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with Miranda Brooks. It's a slightly weird thing to say about a landscape designer, I admit, but the feeling is there in a very real ripping-pages-out-of-Tiger-Beat-and-plastering-them-all-over-my-walls kind of way. (Well, not my walls, but I do have Brooks' entire wedding—also featured in Vogue—torn out of the magazine and saved in a binder.) The lady just has such good taste! For example, harken to the custom de Gournay wallpaper in her master bedroom and the home's Parisian-esque white oak floors:
Even their young daughters (one of whom the article declares, "particularly fond of Nureyev") have hand-printed custom wallpaper in their rooms. True to Vogue form, there are plenty of other editorial gems, such as, "The countertop - however many feet - is unfinished 300-year-old white oak, which Brooks cleans the old-fashioned way, following instructions from her butcher, Staubitz... (They are big fans of Staubitz; Halard messengers the lamb to Muriel Brandolini on the Upper East Side)," and, "The base of the tub is painted a deep night-sky blue to match the indigo-dyed Japanese mosquito netting that Brooks has patched together to make curtains."
It's like taking a Nancy Meyers movie as an adrenaline shot to the heart.
High-falutin' it may be, but damn if that ain't a fine house. All photos © François Halard / Vogue.
