Admittedly, I don't know much about the real Steve McQueen. I do know that many of my guy friends aspire to be like him, and any of us are quick to watch a movie starring him. Him. Boyish, yet sophisticated. Kind of silly, but so stunningly serious. What a man. I'm pretty sure many times when we gather 'round to watch a movie like The Thomas Crown Affair, we're really just hoping for his effortless charisma to transfer to us through the screen. Cinematic Osmosis.
Well, it's a fact of life that none of the guys can be Steve McQueen, and there's isn't a lady among us who can be with him either. BUT! We could live in his house, you know. No really! Let's start pooling our monies, okay?
The guy probably didn't have much to do with decorating his house, except for maybe a few consultations about how he would use the space, and what colors he enjoyed. Who knows? Maybe he just said he wanted it to look cool, baby, cool. I mean, it couldn't have been that difficult to design a home that reflected the so piercingly obvious aesthetic of Mr. McQueen. Or would it? Perhaps it was a real high-pressure job. Okay, designer, it is up to YOU to encapsulate the essence of 1960's cool. Now go!
Ah well. I wouldn't mind living there, that's for sure. But it sure would be a lot nicer if this guy was still sitting right there on that sofa. (After he put the gun away, that is.)
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