Adrienne called it "Staron meets polished Emperador marble," and that's exactly what this thing is made from. Someone spent a huge amount of money on this room and now it's being mocked by strangers. I feel like Mr. Blackwell or something.
Seriously, can you imagine trying to navigate these vertigo-inducing steps to get out of this bar after an evening's revelry?
And then just to poke me with a stick, Adrienne pondered, "What would Jonathan Adler think?" Jonathan Adler would add a couple of large stuffed animals, orange giraffes most likely. He'd then be praised by shelter mags across the land for his "vision." Ugh.
I love it when somebody sends me something because they know I'll have a fit. Thanks Adrienne!