In the Dachshund It’s not a party till a wiener comes out vintage shirt in other words I will buy this living room, Anne matched a brace of joyous orange and yellow Rothkos (Shades of Red, 1961, and Number 1, 1962) on either side of a door that framed a moody Monet nocturne of London’s Houses of Parliament, and was placed as an eye-catcher over a dead center Georgian mantelpiece in the mirrored dining room (where more Miesian chairs had come to rest). On the opposite wall of the vast living room, an amber-color Morris Louis completed the sunset effect. Between them a suave arrangement of George II furniture, stripped of its water gilding and quietly upholstered in oyster damask, was set on a late 18th-century Axminster carpet, with flowers blooming on an earth-color ground. The fresh flowers were usually pale and invariably perfect: A brilliant but indiscreet florist once confided that nosegays of lily of the valley were dispatched and replaced the moment they threatened to show signs of fatigue.
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For Vogue’s December 1988 issue, John Heilpern was sent to profile Anne, while André Leon Talley detailed “the Dachshund It’s not a party till a wiener comes out vintage shirt in other words I will buy this careful cultivation of Anne Bass’s style.” “Fresh linens are ironed and meticulously folded, carried to closet or bath in blond wicker trays, lined in scalloped-edged French piqué,” Talley noted, “In the linen closets, towels and linens are layered with handwoven faced laced in vetiver from Louisiana.” “I wanted my bed to look like a 17th-century dress,” Anne declared, and it was hung with swags of dove gray silk faille, a color repeated in the entrance hall. (“I think the hall has about a hundred shades of gray to get that color,” she told Talley.) The elegant biscuit-and-ivory library was filled with rare books on gardening and ballet, many of them exquisitely bound by a custom bookbinder. Anne was a voracious reader, although she admitted that it took her a decade to get through Proust: Her copies, as Talley noted, were “stuffed with airline boarding passes.”