Decorex is a high-end interior design exhibition which has bought together the best of the interiors community for 45 years. This years exhibition will be held at The London Olympia between Friday 8th-11th October.
Brian was serious yet thoughtful – an attractive quality. However, it was the occasional flicker of frivolity through his professional exterior that made him even more alluring. Should a prickly situation arise, he would diffuse the tension by weaving into the conversation a cheeky double entendre. He knew how to take people aside and have a gentle word.
It was this ability to disarm that made Woulfe such a remarkable designer. A master of deciphering exactly what it was his clients wanted. He knew how to become their confidant with whom they could share intimate details and not feel judged. He was a partner, and partnership was what he had cultivated with Lady Linbury.
Lady’s vision for Lé Boudoir was bold and sensuous and Brian knew she was an individual who was willing to push boundaries. He found himself pondering the art of burlesque, which soon became his source of inspiration.
Tactility would be of utmost importance. The fabrics would be as beautiful and delicate as lingerie slipped off the skin; the tension of the tease ever upholding an air of savoir-vivre. Voyeurism permitted, but always respectful. Guests feeling safe, included and equal. Lé Boudoir would capture a universal luxury satisfying everyone.
Brian laid the plans out before her and as per their last meeting, he patiently waited as she absorbed the designs. Her lips silently mouthed the words, skimming the descriptions. He noticed her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest slowing to the point she drew no breath at all. Suddenly her eyes, wide and alert, snapped up and held his hazel stare for a few moments.
“I love it.” She whispered.
“I knew you would.” He whispered back, the corners of his mouth slowly forming a smile.
Lady Linbury tried to ignore hers, hypnotised by the candles on the dinner table. The wax gradually pooling up near the flame before spilling over and cascading down his back. The sharp clink of glasses brought her focus back into the room – reluctantly.
Unsure of whose hands are whose, a finger traces a water droplet along her collar bone. Lips move simultaneously further up her thigh. She tries slowing her breathing from the shock of cold, her chest pressing harder against the cool glass. The sound of rushing water abruptly stops, and so does her stream of consciousness. “I think you’ll find the water pressure more than satisfactory,” Brian confirms whilst tightening the faucet, thus concluding the walkthrough of the ensuite. A faint yet agreeable “yes” escapes Lady’s lips as she replays the scenario in her head.
The velvet of the chaise longue crushes beneath her finger tips. She inhales deeply, the air smelling of fresh paint. The light’s delicate glow casts shadows against the exquisite wallpaper, her eyes trace the elegant shapes. Her Red Spot was being realised and this was just the beginning.
To be continued…
As meaningful as it was exceptional; a meticulously hand sculpted tree of life, a plush armchair with a gentle swivel for function and fun, Persian rugs because what is luxury without them, and intricately woven textile art, reminiscent of leather bound wrists.
To be continued…