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FOR THE LOVE OF CHAIRS

Francois-Xavier’s and Claude Lalanne’s Sheep Chairs
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Last week’s blog about the “invisible man” sitting in the Spanish chair in my living room got me thinking about “my thing” for chairs. Whether they’re French, Spanish, Bauhaus or the chairs Mary Steenburgen hung on the wall in the 1979 film, Goin’ South with Jack Nicholson, I love chairs. Every few years I fall in love with a different style, but the chairs I really want don’t look anything like chairs.

They look like sheep.

Designers Delphin & Reed Krakoff are one of the largest collectors of Lalanne Sheep Chairs.

The first time I saw François-Xavier’s and Claude Lalanne’s sheep chairs they were featured in a 1970’s Architectural Digest cover story about Yves Saint Laurent’s country home in France. A wooly flock of a dozen or so sheep with cast bronze feet and faces were coming through a pair of tall, open French doors that led from the garden into the house. The sheep chairs were whimsical and so unexpected, and I fell hard for them.They were, and still are, out of my reach.

In December of 2011, 10 Lalanne sheep chairs sold for $7.5 million at Christie’s in New York. B-a-a-a-a…

Mary Steenburgen and her chairs on the wall in 1979’s Goin’ South with Jack Nicholson.

My first husband, Philip, grew up living in a tiny tin shack with dirt floors and a kerosine lamp for light, and the only chairs were the Army cots where they slept. He lived there with his mother and older brother, who built the tin shack when he was only eight and Philip was four. The brother grew up to be an architect and Philip became a successful entrepreneur. 

I love that story because Philip introduced me to art and design.The concept of “form follows function” together with my natural inclination… okay, obsession… for symmetry and minimalism were a perfect match. We started living in the Spy House on the Hill with six, black, bean bag chairs.

I still have the Barcelona chairs although the leather has seen better days… It’s patina.

Two years later we bought a pair of Mies van der Rohe’s Barcelona chairs, and an Italian Soriana chair and ottoman by Afra and Tobia Scarpa. I sold the Soriana when I moved to the Courtyard House in the city.

After I married James I bought a pair of early 19th Century Spanish refectory chairs. I love the cracked patina on the leather seats.

I also bought two reproductions of a 19th Century, French, scrolled iron chair with large iron cabbage patch roses. They were in the Spy House with brown velvet and Aubusson tapestry pillows. The photograph above is a Polaroid Time Zero Manipulation I did… I overdid all the squiggles on the wall… of the living room. You can see one of the iron chairs, plus the other chair was my grandmother’s. She had it when I was born, and it’s still in my living room.

The iron chairs then moved to the front porch at the Little House with the same yellow and white pillows that are now in my Courtyard House. It was raining the day this was taken so I’d taken the pillows inside.

This photo of my courtyard is from last year. Things are looking a bit different now. More to come after the courtyard is power washed!

My girlfriend, Sherrie, and I are both chair freaks so I bought each of us a pair of silver, wood, chairs that are Christmas ornaments. Our husbands never “got it,” why we screamed with delight over these little chairs.

They’re only five inches tall. I keep them on my fireplace mantel. You can see the little loops on top for the thin silver cords to hang them on the tree.

When James and I moved to the Little House at the ranch we needed chairs that would fit in a space that was 11 feet by 15 feet… The entire house was only 22 feet by 22 feet… I found a pair of original Art Deco leather club chairs with suede seats and a 100-year-old Haywood Wakefield, drop-leaf, pine dining table and four chairs with rattan seats. On the floor is Miss Goldie, one of the all-time great dogs! xoxox… I miss her…

I also bought four 1930’s François Carre Sunburst garden chairs from an antique dealer in the little town of Comfort, Texas. They were for the back porch. It’s a fun surprise when you sit on one and the seat “dips down,” then pops back up when you stand. Because I bought them while taking chemotherapy—don’t let anyone tell you you’re not “on drugs” when taking chemo—James thought I’d lost my mind. He hated those chairs so much that one morning before dawn he loaded them into his truck, drove them to our storage unit in San Antonio and was back at the ranch before I woke up!  

Now I’m living in the Courtyard House in the city and I still have the four François Carre Sunburst garden chairs, but I’d like to sell them if anyone’s interested. Email me at [email protected] They are a collector’s item.

Shannon Kirby, a new friend I met last year when we had lunch at the Contessa’s house in California, helped me buy this old French chair. I saw it on Shannon’s Instagram page. She’d been to a flea market and she put me in touch with the seller. It reminds me of the other iron scroll chairs with the big cabbage roses.

Then I have six chairs covered in old Aubusson tapestry, two are arm chairs, I bought for the Big House at the ranch James and I never got to build. Except for these two, the others are here in my dining room. I haven’t gotten around to window treatment in this room…

Isn’t it pretty?

Since I can’t afford Lalanne’s sheep chairs, I bought two, curly, sheep’s wool ottomans. One is under the photograph of Keith.

The other I use at my dressing table. The orange netting outside is to keep Annie off the new grass until it takes root. That area is part of her race track so it may never do well.

The way we sit and what we sit on says a lot about us. The Japanese and Koreans traditionally sat on their heels with their knees on the floor or on a mat. That must be difficult as one gets older and arthritis sets in. More difficult than sitting on sheep.

PS: For those interested in how I got rid of the “spirits” in my Spy House on the Hill: Four friends systematically went through every room of my three-story home, banging on pots and pans with metal spoons, while I “smudged” the rooms with neatly tied bundles of smoking sage. When we finished we held hands and prayed and asked God to keep us safe and take them away. A few weeks later I told my friend, a retired Catholic priest from Mexico, what we’d done, and what I did in my bathroom. In essence he said we’d performed an exorcism—he’d done several in Mexico—which is exhibiting a presence of good more powerful than the spirits. To my knowledge they never returned. Since the house was built on the highest hill in town, the Comanches used it as a lookout point. James, part American Indian, wondered if the house had been built on Comanche burial grounds, and the women who visited my bathroom were Comanche and angry their sacred space had been violated? Interesting theory.

 

Love, Brenda

16 Comments

  • Donna O’Klock April 27, 2019 at 9:57 am

    Despite what my Interior Designing father said about being unable to love inanimate objects, I absolutely love those sheep chairs. Be still, my bleating heart! Like you, I adore chairs, and while I haven’t been financially able to collect the ones I lust after, I have a Pinterest board full of lust-worthy finds: Pull Up a Chair. I adore all of your chairs and especially their provenance stories.
    XO

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 2:59 pm

      Donna, Was your father sure “one” couldn’t fall in love with an inanimate object, or was that just an “object lesson” for a daughter so she wouldn’t get fixated on things? I even did a blog about “My Crush on an Inanimate Object,” the SR-71 spy plane, and I certainly couldn’t afford it. xoxox, Brenda

  • Joanna April 27, 2019 at 11:55 am

    I love a touch of whimsy! If those sheep chairs were in the budget, I would have two in front of my fireplace. I’m in love
    I have a little scrolled wicker chair that I found beside someone’s garbage while out walking my dog. I took it home, reattached the seat, painted it white and hung it on the wall as a night table. That was in 2001, and through several moves it has always been installed on the wall in one of my guest rooms. It’s cute, functional and always a conversation starter.

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 3:01 pm

      Joanna! I love that idea of hanging a chair on the wall as a night table! So fun and clever and yes, it has whimsy! I’ve always had whimsical things in my homes, especially in unexpected places like you’ve done! Love, love, love this idea! xoxox, Brenda

  • Grace April 27, 2019 at 12:57 pm

    Hi, I too really enjoyed your chair talk. You have some great ones. I’m wondering if you, or any of your readers could help me learn more about a beautiful chair that I inherited from my sister. She had been gifted it from an elderly friend who had some very fine things. I have had it recovered, but have a photo of it wearing its older fabric, of course I don’t know if it was original to the chair. I would like to research it, but have no idea how to start. It’s unclear to me if I could add a photo to this post.
    Thanks, always enjoy reading your thoughts.

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 3:05 pm

      Hi Grace, I’m pretty sure you can add a photo to a comment here… I will try it and see. If it works, please send another comment and include a photo of the chair. We’d love to take a look and see if we can help! I’m so happy you like my blog! You’ve made my day Grace! xoxox, Brenda PS: Okay… here’s the test photo… It’s what else? A chair!! Not mine, just one I saw online and liked. /Users/brenda/Desktop/Screen Shot 2019-03-14 at 12.10.16 PM.jpg

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 3:07 pm

      Grace… Hmmm… That didn’t work. Let me try a different format. /Users/brenda/Desktop/Screen Shot 2019-03-14 at 12.10.16 PM.jpg

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 3:08 pm

      Grace, Well foo!!! Neither one worked. I’m going to text my computer guru friend and see if he knows a way we can do this. Will get back with you and let you know. xoxox, Brenda

  • Sheila-Merle Johnson April 27, 2019 at 10:36 pm

    While chairs are not what I hunger for, I always appreciate your thoughtful and articulate writing. @sheilamerle1

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 3:13 pm

      Hi Sheila, “Hunger for… ” LOL! Just so you know I’ve never gone to deliberately buy a chair and other than lusting after the sheep chairs, all of my chairs have found me. Kind of like stray cats. They… and their owners… somehow know I’m the one to call if you have an interesting chair you want to sell. I think my chair buying days are over. I can’t afford any more plus being a minimalist… where would I put them? xoxo, Brenda

  • Sandra Sallin - Apart from My art April 28, 2019 at 12:50 am

    Well, that says it all. Don’t mess with those Comanches! I knew you needed Sage. So I think you prevailed and maybe there’s peace now.

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 3:26 pm

      Sandy, Then again… maybe there isn’t peace. The man who bought that fabulous house and 22 surrounding acres from me tore it down!! Idiot! Magazines and TV programs were always after me to let them do a story about the house, and I always said no. I lived in one of the most famous houses in Texas, and because it was so high profile, people would knock on my door and ask for tours!!! I didn’t want any more attention than we already had. Back to the idiot who bought the house…. After he tore the house down he was going to fill up a bazillion dump trucks with the house and after hauling the house away he was going to tear down the hill… 800 feet high… Highest hill in town/the first hill of the Texas Hill Country… and haul all that dirt away until he had a flat piece of property. The house was located at one of the busiest intersections in San Antonio, right on IH-35, so he always said it’s “highest and best use was as a parking lot… ” A car dealership! Developers!!! “Find paradise, put up a parking lot!” If those spirits were Comanche women, they got him back because after he tore the house down and started excavating the hill… He DIED!!

  • Susan April 28, 2019 at 7:25 am

    I remember a bar in Houston Texas back inthe 80’s having a fabulous collection of “sheep chairs”. Don’t think they were the Lalanne chairs but they were so cute and really struck my fancy! (Thought they would be hard to keep clean in a public bar though.).

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 3:29 pm

      Susan, There have been some reproductions over the years, but from what I’ve seen, they can’t compare to the originals. I’m with you… How would you… Why would you put those in a bar where people spill drinks and wipe their hands on them? Eeeuu!!

  • D. A. Wolf April 29, 2019 at 12:39 pm

    Oh, you devilish woman, you. You just KNEW this post would be irresistible to me! (I will return again and again to enjoy your interiors and to imagine admiring all your seating furniture in person.)

    I find this particular pleasure — chair obsession — almost as addictive as one’s adoration of fine footwear (and as things go these days, less pricey!). It is a tough one to overcome, though indeed, there are a few methods that have allowed me to indulge without decimating my skinny “disposable” income budget…

    I love ALL your chairs. (I actually sold several of my chairs last year as I downsized one more time, but I still have… um… enough for a starting line-up (pick your sport) and the… (ahem) “bench.”)

    • 1010ParkPlace April 29, 2019 at 4:07 pm

      Hi DA, Awe… You like chairs, too!! I sold, threw away or gave to GoodWill three and a half storage units of things when I moved back to the city, because the storage fees were eating my “disposable income.” Obsessions… Since I have the world’s narrowest feet it can never be shoes. If you want to know the truth… The only thing I’ve been obsessed with is shiny metal things with rivets in them like the oval shaped 18-wheelers we used to see driving up and down the highways, carrying milk! They were the prettiest things I’ve ever seen. Then I discovered the “aircraft junkyard” here in San Antonio. Don’t let the term fool you. It wasn’t junk, but they stocked replacement parts for just about every type of military aircraft. I loaded my car up one day with shiny metal objects and brought them home… I should blog about those goodies! One thing I hauled home was a jet engine core. It was gorgeous!! xoxox, Brenda

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