Mixing Queen

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I prefer Earl Grey in the mornings.

I’ve always looked for this mix of Lower East-Side but with that low-key, Brooklyn vibe.

You need to pick one thing and be one-hundred percent about it.

I tested out New York for a year to see if I like it, and I did. So I just stayed.

My clothes are black, grey, or white.

All things Paris.

It’s not that I wanted my tattoos to be hearts and stars; it’s that I didn’t want anything else.

Yes, my baby has a motorcycle jacket too.

Actually I’m a DJ.

Once I swore, I would never open a place that sells food.
 

 

 
I grew up in the suburbs of Los Angeles. Few things in the world are more reliably boring than the suburbs of Los Angeles.

I studied philosophy.

Sometimes, it takes time to realize why I like certain things.

I was trying hard to come up with a good name for this oyster bar, and it doesn’t work when you’re trying too hard.

My husband is a painter.

Tequila is very inspiring.

Basically the whole block here in Bowery comes to eat in one of my places.

I love this old cash register. Not sure how it works, but it’s quite gorgeous, isn’t it?

All doors here are brass doors from some old hotels around New York.

I was always good at picking out things ahead of their time.
 


 

 
When decorating a place, I spend a lot of money on a few things, and then hand do everything else.

A lot of bars are too masculine.

It would be too easy to open a bar with some subway tiles and rusted metal.

I wish I were having brunch right now.

I like going to Isabel Marant, or Chanel to buy some things. After a couple of glasses of Champagne, of course.

Have you guys seen “Sons of Anarchy”?

Recently I’ve been in Italy, France, Canada, UK, Germany and Mexico, but I don’t feel like I’m a well-traveled person.

Once a prince of Serbia invited me to dinner. I could get used to this.

My husband doesn’t let me have any say in his work.

My one-year-old understands Italian better than I do.

Once I bought my daughter a $300 sweater, and my husband almost lost his mind.

I’m always like, “What next? What next? What do I do next?”

I do want more, but not sure what that means.

I can’t knock people for wanting to make their money, but it seems like they tear apart a lot of things trying to do it.

I wish I could invent things.
 

 

Sel Rrose, Cocktails & Oysters
1 Delancey St, New York
selrrose.com

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Arthurious

I've been exploring cities and neighborhoods for as long as I remember myself, documenting my observations and discoveries with photographs and in my journals. This mindful wondering has inspired and greatly fueled my design and research work, parts of which I'm sharing in this journal. Drop me a line at editor@arthurious.com