The apartment that domesticated me. Before, I lived like a lazy bachelorette: an espresso machine for sustenance, and books piled on the floor for decor.
I saw half of this apartment — it was intended as the home of the manager of The El Royale, a 1929 Spanish Revival building designed by Chateau Marmount’s architect — , made a deposit, moved in, and became obsessed.
I ripped up the greige carpet and stained the concrete floor, painted the white window frames black-brown to mimic iron, and replaced recent lighting fixtures with Spanish-Revival antiques.
My favorite detail is a period-appropriate rotary phone I installed, complete with the building’s logo in the dial’s center.
Decor is minimal and the furniture feels 1920s to me, in the manner of modernist Jean-Michel Frank.
A custom wood-framed leaning mirror in the living room reflects the views of the tree-lined courtyard. A mossy green Christian Liaigre sofa echoes the shadiness of the trees in the windows above it.
White linen curtains provide privacy while letting in light, and linen bedding keeps things California casual.
Photos by Scott Dukes