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Yuko Shimizu, a freelance illustrator and teacher at the School of Visual Arts, looked at more than 150 one-bedroom co-op apartments before deciding on this one in Morningside Heights a year and a half ago. She then gave herself an open deadline to furnish her dream apartment, no matter how long it took. The apartment is still a work-in-progress, but most of her wishes are in place, starting with a pair of Harry Allen hands for hanging up keys and dog leashes near the front door.
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A red lacquer desk and wood bookshelves supply plenty of cheer and order to Yuko’s home office in the front room. When she moved to New York on a student visa in 1999, she bought all her furniture from the previous tenant of her old apartment. “I never loved anything I owned,” she says—until now.
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Yuko’s six-year–old longhair Chihuahua, Bruiser, goes with her everywhere, and he travels in style, with a one carrier for trips and one for home. “I am a bit embarrassed by his name because it is from the movie Legally Blonde,” she says, “but when I adopted him a year ago, he already had that name. No matter how I tried to change it, he didn’t want anything else.”
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Yuko, seen here, found her couch through the Etsy page of Spruce (spruceaustin.com), a mostly-female furniture-reupholstery shop down in Texas. They found her an old frame, which they stripped and reupholstered with this black-and-white Verner Panton print. The whole process took a year and a half, but Yuko was ecstatic about the results.
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The acrylic bench in the living room doubles as a coffee table, not to mention an oversize lightbox, ideal for romantic parties.
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The hooded chair is from Restoration Hardware, and the wallpaper is a Scalamandre print (the same found in the late New York restaurant Gino’s and in Gwyneth Paltrow’s character’s room in The Royal Tenenbaums). Yuko’s friend, interior designer Andrew Kozak, was able to get it for her. She also leaned on friends Wade Laing, an architect, and Ed Pollio and Stefan Karfakis, both contractors, who made the closet in her office and painted the apartment. “No contractor nightmare for me,” she says.
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Yuko found many of her decorative pieces and furniture on Etsy and eBay and in flea markets around the country (she travels often to give lectures). “I gave myself a huge task of making an Ikea-free apartment,” she says, not because she doesn’t like the store but because she adores a challenge.
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The painted striped walls were inspired by her childhood memories of the sixties (“Space Age, Panton, Pierre Cardin”) and by interior designer Miles Redd’s apartment, as it once appeared in Domino magazine. “I even picked different finishes of paint. The white is matte and the black is shiny, so when the light hits, it looks very dramatic. It is one of my favorite parts of the apartment.”
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The stripes continue right up through the door frame and onto the ceiling.
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Architect Wade Laing was one of the previous owners of the apartment and left behind a pair of Artemide desk lamps above the stove and sink.
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Yuko, reflected in the mirror in her office, has just a few things left on her wish list: “My dream item, a chandelier from Dutch design studio Droog, is still not here because I can’t afford it. I have a no-knockoffs policy, as I am an artist myself and know how frustrating it is to be copied.” Yuko’s first monograph is due out in September from German publisher Gestalten.
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For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.
Photo: Wendy Goodman
For me, the high point of the show is this, which manages simultaneously to be a painting, a force field, and an electromagnetic visual discharge. This is an artist sloughing off old consciousness, making something he doesn’t even know is art, giving up nearly all known languages of painting, and maybe violating the laws of nature by making something that seemingly puts off more energy than went into making it.