A Little Chupi-cabra for the Afternoon Commuters

According to the good people at New York Magazine, bespectacled editrix and art world insider Ingrid Sischy penned an article for the March issue of Vanity Fair–Your Mama's favorite terlit reading for the somewhat sophisticated–that follows 1980s art star turned film maker Julian Schabel as he moves and settles into his newly built Palazzo Chupi that rises in all it's pink and gaudy gloriousness in Manhattan's far West Village.

And there are pictures!

As the children know, the building is widely and wildly reviled by architectural snobs and neighborhood know it alls who don't appreciate its size (too big), its color (too pink) or its bizarre and unexpected articulation that includes a mish-mash of window sizes and styles and balconies stuck on to the side of the pink beast like gum on a wall.

None the less, Your Mama lurvs it. We can't help it. We just adore a rule breaker and Jeezis Mary and Joseph this building is breaking all the rules.

We love the fish out of water building even more after seeing a couple of photos of the Mister Schnabel's quirky and art filled private rooms. No babies, this is not how everyone should live, but it suits the painter and his bigger than life personality pefectly. This, in our feeble mind, is flawless interior day-core. Not because it adheres to any standards of good taste, but rather because it decidedly does not and even better, it does not care a whit about "good" taste or its Prada clad arbiters.

As for the swimming pool...well, we wish the far wall didn't look like it had gangrene, but otherwise we're melting with envy. Bravo Mister Schnabel! When do we get to come by for our own up close and personal tour?

Photos: Robert Polidori for Vanity Fair