In the previous post, I left us in the bouquet of a dining room when I decided I was overdosing us with this house's collection(s). I've since mostly given up on any expectation to control my excesses (I am multiplicities of those as well... of course!) If you have read much of this blog, you know that!
Over
the mantle a gong hung in a stand of two horns... bringing along that
motif of our collector/designer of Boutique 98, the first guest house,
in Bentota by the beach.
The sunflower so symbolic of my Kansas farm-boy youth, which helped to ground me inside all this exotic atmosphere... at least a little bit...
But, look where I am! Through an inviting doorway from the dining room during one of the rare hours of bright daylight lies a... named by our host, "Saloon"! Not particularly grand, except in size. Not architecturally cohesive with the rest of the house. When I asked if it were a ballroom, he exclaimed that it was an odd collection of storage sheds, which he'd replaced or unified into this Playroom... Both Ballroom & Barn!
...which at night became a collection of patina & reflection... with a pair of billiard tables holding a mirrored unreality.
Intimate spaces for conversation... furnished with second-hand found style renewed in functional manner, much for effect. Crazy bits were the sparkly plush pillows with fringe of feathers!
An "Oriental" Inglenook had been invented like the stage-set it was out of lathe lattice & red paint, corniced by an over-sized Art Deco frieze -- very handsome!
The pastiche of numerous overlaid carpets pleased both eyes & feet...
& of course we are where the horns would reappear!
Our mysterious host, when we met him at morning tea time had invited us for cocktails & dinner that evening.
Rohan proves to be an immediately captivating Mad Hatter!
After being invited to tour his private apartment-- we trundled down the red corridor to our rooms: Peony... Rose... Lily...
We picked up our hats, & ventured back into the rain.
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