Stella Rose Saint Clair

Welcome to the strawberry shortcake-colored dreamland that is this designer’s brooklyn abode. 

- Lisa Mischianti

“So you know in Addams Family Values when Uncle Fester marries that blonde woman and then she totally redecorates the house into, like, ’90s-suburban-lady pastel meets Addams Family gothic?” asks Stella Rose Saint Clair, gesturing toward the sofa where her elderly cat, Inch (as in, Hedwig and the Angry—), is sprawled out lazily in a patch of sun. “That couch basically came from there.” The baby blue, vintage velvet piece with an ornate, rococo-style gold frame is, like most everything about Saint Clair’s Bushwick apartment, idiosyncratic and colorful, both in its outward aspect and backstory. “It was deep in Staten Island, in a house with marble cherubs, spiral staircases, and fountains every where, all in this really over-the-top, bad-taste kind of way that was amazing and bizarre,” she says of the furniture’s former dwelling, taking a seat on a nearby plush chair in the shape of a high-heeled shoe and smoothing her mint green playing-card-print dress. “The woman selling it was going through a divorce. She was trying to get rid of everything.”