A man...I know.
But an incredibly lucky man, at that.
Mostly I'd want to be him so I could live here:
Never mind his jet-setting, art-indulging, fashion-storied, international, design-laden lifestyle.
Nope...I just want to live here. In his Paris apartment. Or perhaps his NYC abode.
All I know is I really can't get that hot pink velvet, navy and cobalt damask (and I hate damask) paper, emerald fern fabric, or luxe all-black lamps out of my head.