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Anything can be an inspiration, from the Day-Glo T-shirt of an angst-ridden teen on the subway to the obscure and gorgeous museum housed m a small hőtel particulier (the Parisian version o a town house) m the Marais in Pans.Books, art, movies, people, natureall are part of the algorithm. I can be on vacation on the Basque coast in France or on Nantucket Island having breakfast overlooking the ocean, and the color nuances of that moment will lead to a bathroom palette.I was a total bookworm during my early teenage years, and a lit major in college. In my Dostoyevsky phase, I remember feeling completely transported into the Russian nineteenth-century bourgeois homes of The Idiot, where a samovar always seems to be at hand and the tortured soul of beautiful Nastasya Fillpovna was forever "on the verge." Then it was the decadent salon of the Guermantes in the Proust saga; later, the Villa Malapatre's near-empty rooms in Godard's film Le Mépris. I wanted to live in all these improbable places, and while I was reading or watching, I could. Literature and paintings were like my blue period, film and fashion my white and gray period, and my trip to India my pink and red period.I think of all this when I am in need of inspiration. I remember seeing a lady in India wearing a gorgeous pink silk sari with a navy-blue choli, I was entranced. The lively pink paired with austere navy was a complete revelation. It makes me think of that Diana Vreeland quote: "Pink [is] the navy blue of India." I see pink as a life-force color now. It appears throughout my homein a pouf in my office, in the poster in my bedroom. When I feel I need to quicken the pulse of a room, I almost always reach for pink.From a young age, I've also had a compulsion to make rooms more beautiful. No matter where I went, I would find myself mentally redecoratingthe place. (My sisterthought I was crazy and blamed my Cancer-rising, Libra-moon Virgo sun sign for it!)