I had the pleasure of spending the weekend with my wonderful old friends from college.  The reunion was wonderful and, just as before our long separation, we have much in common. 

But Kirk’s house stole the show. 

(Be aware of the magnitude of this statement.  We went to BROADWAY….)

Kirk is very much an artist.  A Renaissance Man, really.  Having owned an art gallery and a restaurant, and now selling high end real estate, Kirk understands good taste.  He and his partner, Arijit, who is a landscape architect, left the rat race to create an oasis in a field.  A short train ride from the heart of the largest city in America, they have created a sophisticated country haven full of art and beauty.  I loved everything about it.  Their home is rich and warm, full of teak and tile.  Yet it still remains modern and clean.  It is a little bit Indian, a splash Santa Fe, a touch mid-century, a smidgen country cottage, reminds you that you are few miles from Manhattan, and pays homage to my hero Frank Lloyd Wright. 

The original house was comprised of a tiny room with a bedroom above and a lean-to kitchen.  Most of that structure is now the guest room.  Arijit designed the rest of the house to gracefully project behind.  Full of wood, windows and light, the home seems to be rise naturally out of the landscape.

Sitting at the table, enjoying the benefits of having friends that owned a restaurant, I noticed the light over head.  Kirk adorned it with holiday decorations before we arrived.