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Posts Tagged ‘Monica Khemsurov’

Some Enchanted Yves-ning

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Apparently we’re not the only ones enamored with one Yves Behar, judging by the crowds who thronged the Luminaire showroom for his Artists for One Laptop Per Child benefit opening last night. We couldn’t get close to the Golden Boy, who was constantly surrounded by groupies, well-wishers and hot women. As consolation we tried to talk to John Maeda, but he evaded us before we could approach him. He is a nimble one, that Maeda. (And so young-looking! Must be all that simplicity). Suddenly, just when we’d given up hope that we’d ever get our own Behar moment, the crowds parted and there he was, curls and all.

Someone must have tipped him about our extremely professional infatuation because when we first met him he greeted us with a kiss (right cheek, and no we haven’t washed it yet). When we told him we were with UnBeige he brightened even more. “Of course!” he said. “You have been very supportive of all this.” (If only he knew how much more supportive we could be…) We asked for a photo, then, just as quickly as he’d come into our life, he was swept back into the crowd, and we were left glowing in the light of Olafur Eliasson‘s mirrored OLPC piece. Sigh.

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The Man and his friend, whose name we’d remember if we hadn’t started swooning.

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Our lovely hostesses Monica Khemsurov and Jill Singer from I.D.

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Eames Demetrios, who’s showing his Kymaerica project at AQUA.

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Like these laptop icons? You can get one inked on your arm over at the “As long as it lasts…” tattoo parlor.

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The laptops are tiny-tiny, like typing on a Treo or something. And of course the default homepage is Google.

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I.D. Stars Sparkle Above a Hazy LA

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It felt like Clue: A dozen designers, gathered at the behest of I.D. editors Monica Khemsurov and Jill Singer during their quick (and post-Connecting) visit to LA. We met at the enviable Hollywood Hills home of Lettuce‘s Chet Callahan and master chef Jase Hernandez. High above Cahuenga Pass, with striking views of both downtown and Burbank (and a smear of smoke barely visible on the horizon) we nibbled inventive bruschettas and vanilla cupcakes that matched the house’s sleek all-white decor.

Our seating arrangement–precariously close to the edge of the cantilevered hill-clinging home–compelled Elena Manferdini to recount her visit to a Pierre Koenig Case Study during an earthquake, which sent the pool water splashing onto the patio and Manferdini scurrying for solid ground (the house, of course, was fine). Clive Wilkinson lamented his absence from this year’s Burning Man only to discover that he and Khemsurov had both spent the year before in Belgian Wafflemaker Arne Quinze‘s camp. We had a similar discovery, learning that Singer not only worked at the mothership (and manned UnBeige for a bit), we attended semi-rival high schools–at the same time! Benjamin Ball strolled in at this point, slightly late, minus Gaston Nogues, and suspiciously ebullient (don’t worry, he took a cab).

As Khemsurov and Singer solicited advice for their final day in LA–Dieter Rams at Moss? Party at Diva? Dinner at Pizzeria Mozza? Fire-watching by the pool?–multi-talented Lettuce principals Michael Chung and Kara Bartlet described their latest project (production studio Soapbox Films, having its opening party today) and the origins of their firm name (short answer: they named themselves like a band). Parched, no matter how much white wine or Pellegrino we pumped into our bodies, we perched on the white cubes populating Callahan and Hernandez’s deck, flipped through copies of I.D.’s New+Notable product round up issue, and chatted about public transportation, energy conservation and global warming—ironic, indeed, as superheated Santa Ana Winds blasted the balcony well into the night.