tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52648233417623908842024-03-12T21:47:45.103-07:00Michael Makes PrettyMichael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-2595191078752243752010-08-26T12:58:00.000-07:002010-08-27T03:08:35.264-07:00That's a WrapI'm being asked a lot "So what now?" and the truth is I've been back into the swing of things since this all wrapped in April, keeping busy with <a href="http://www.michaelmoeller.com/">MM Design</a> installing a couple of great new homes (pics to follow), enjoying the Summer at the beach with my gang, weekends on The Lake with the fam, and living the life of a fauxcialite in NYC. But now that Design Star has wrapped to the rest of the world what am I thinking...<br />
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I've made some amazing new lifelong friends.<br />
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</div>And I am very pleased with how America got to meet Michael. I was ALWAYS true to myself and anyone who knows me will tell you that. For those who don't, my snarkiness = funny, my bossiness = determination, my excitement = genuine, my expressiveness = truth...<br />
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So, what next? Maybe I'll get fat and go on Celebrity Fit Club, eh, I'm too narcissistic for that. Hmm, what about a little recklessness to land myself on Celebrity Rehab, nah, I'm enjoying a healthy stable life. Huh, maybe a Tila Tequila style show, eh, ya know what, I meet enough creeps in NYC without a show... So let me cook on it and get back to ya.<br />
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Stay tuned, and thank you all for the love and support!<br />
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</div><div>So now it's down to the wire and I'm super revved up and pumped to wrap this diddy up. And Ms. Olsen, Ms. Gorder, and Mr. Yip, though you may ask yourself "Who is Michael?" or think Mr. Moeller is "putting on" a show or "acting" like a "TV Host", well I can assure you, that it's just me... I'm overly expressive, quite dramatic, outspoken Michael, always have been and always will be.... </div><div><br />
</div><div>I've sung "Happy Birthday" to the likings of Ms. Monroe in short shorts in my high school play. I rocked out Disco Ball Pants to ring in the new millennium. And threw myself a 30th Birthday Party where the requested attire was "Deconstructed Black Tie Parisian Equestrian Chic." (Which BTW, this past episode took place on my actual 30th Birthday)</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I'm the person who's told to speak more quietly when excited in a public place. The obvious eye roller when rubbed the wrong way. Am all smiles when overjoyed, cause I don't know how to be just "joyed", most of my emotions are "over" the top, maybe even exaggerated... I'm slightly flirty (no comment needed from my gang please, this is a PG rated blog). And most of all, I'm confident, not cocky...</div><div><br />
</div><div>So, here goes... Bring on the final challenge and yes Emily, you said it "may the best woman win" cause honey, I'm just as much of a lady as you!</div>Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-43694593456524157812010-08-14T09:22:00.000-07:002010-08-14T09:22:24.106-07:00Food for Thought<!--StartFragment--> <br />
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I'd like to take this opportunity to answer your question "What am I doing?" from this weeks elimination in regards my styling in this kitchen shot:<br />
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You're having me, Casey, John, and Vern over for dinner. You've just left your glass of Pinot Noir, a nice full bodied one (I know this cause Casey and I drank it after the challenge), on the counter to run into the bedroom and put on some lipstick before your guests arrive. Why do I know this? Well their is no lipstick mark on the wine glass (though if their was lipstick on the glass I may have to wonder if Stacey came back, but I'd know for sure only if their was a note next to it saying something like "thanks for the mussels -xoxo"). OK getting back on point... You've left the mussels next to the sink in the colander ready to wash and get in the gorgeous yellow enamel pot to steam. But first I'd suggest halving the artichokes and getting them in the oven cause they take a while to roast. Snap the asparagus and get them on the stove top. Girl, it's a good thing you bought cupcakes for dessert cause you still have a lot of cooking to do before your guests arrive... And the table is still not set! Well they can munch on the gorgeous meat and cheese board you've laid out and chat with you while you wrap up dinner. And honey, please use the apron draped over the butcher block to cover up those gorgeous threads of yours!<br />
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And when the guest's ask "What's for dinner?" your reply:<br />
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Fire Roasted Artichokes with Herb Aioli<br />
<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/bobby-flay/fire-roasted-artichokes-with-herb-aioli-recipe/index.html">http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/bobby-flay/fire-roasted-artichokes-with-herb-aioli-recipe/index.html</a><br />
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Spicy Mussels with White Wine<br />
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Salad of Warm White Asparagus, Baby Arugula, and Beefsteak Tomatoes with Porcini Dressing<br />
<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/salad-of-warm-white-asparagus-baby-arugula-and-beefsteak-tomatoes-with-a-porcini-dressing-recipe/index.html">http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/salad-of-warm-white-asparagus-baby-arugula-and-beefsteak-tomatoes-with-a-porcini-dressing-recipe/index.html</a><br />
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Fresh Bread with Rustic Heirloom Tomato Bruschetta<br />
<a href="http://www.sandyofftopic.com/2009/07/rustic-heirloom-tomato-bruschetta-at-st-andrews-market/">http://www.sandyofftopic.com/2009/07/rustic-heirloom-tomato-bruschetta-at-st-andrews-market/</a><br />
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It's all there, ready to roll, and I love to cook so if you want me to come over and help you I'd be happy to, though theirs only one apron, ah well, I'm sure I have a scarf somewhere that I can repurpose into and apron...<br />
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That's my story and I'm sticking to it, I always have one (a story not a scarf) when I'm styling an interior shot. So it may seem like a lot of stuff on those counters but it's because no one ever leaves my house hungry, my Grandmother Flo would not stand for that!Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-16120078313107012752010-07-24T09:59:00.000-07:002010-07-24T10:43:50.031-07:00A nail to the thumb, why that's a Tuesday for me!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">OK, so it took me long enough to get this out (I got to get better at this whole blogging thing) but THE THUMB IS FINE! Honestly, it was only a matter of time before something like "shooting myself with a nail gun" was to happen. For those who know me, know I have a loooooong history of clumsy accidents, for those who don't, well, they go something like this:</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 3: Split my head open (several stitches required)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: Falling off a barrel on it's side (my stupidity ensues)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 5: Cut my arm from shoulder to elbow (48 stitches required) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: Running into a barbed wire fence (sorta wasn't watching where I was going...)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 7: Split Chin </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(several stitches required)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: Face planting into my brothers playpen (I lost my balance!) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 8: Tore my middle finger on left hand </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(several stitches required)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: Opening an electrical circuit box (yeah, most normal people manage this task on a daily basis without injuring themselves)</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 10: Third degree burn on my upper right arm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: Crashing my four-wheeler into my bothers go-cart (I thought it would be more dramatic to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">heave over the handlebars and onto the go-cart's engine than fall to the side.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 14: Sliced open my shin and the muscle below (several internal and external stitches required)</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: Attempting to hang a hammock in a Mexican hotel room's bathroom (My sister suggested we see if the ceramic towel hooks on the wall were strong enough to hold the hammock, so naturally, I lifted myself up onto one... I learned the hard way that they in fact were not strong enough.)</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 16 - 18: Seven car accidents resulting in minor scrapes and bruises (thank god my folks own an auto body shop)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause 1: a tree just came out of nowhere</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause 2: someone parked way to close behind me in a parking lot</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause 3: the road just ended, or maybe it curved off to the side</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause 4: a car rammed me as I pulled out of a gas station, I was looking right! He was coming from the left, note to self: always look both ways!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause 5: an idiot was stopped at a light and I rear ended him, wait now that I think about it, the light was red...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause 6: the same four-wheeler/go-cart accident occurred with my brother and I around the same blind spot in our driveway, this time with our cars.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause 7: while borrowing my mother's car, because mine was in the shop, I rear-eneded yet another person, I'm not good when people stop in front of me...</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">College years remain a blur, but for the most part I stayed in one piece. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age 25: Sliced the side of my thumb on left hand (several stitches required)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: Putting together presentation boards hung over</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And alas, putting an 1 3/4" nail into that same thumb, my left hand's been through a lot! The heightened adrenaline, sheer exhaustion, and ticking clock made me numb to the whole thing. I really wanted to just yank it out with a pair of pliers, but those firemen insisted on taking the proper precautions... So the wrapped me up like a friggin mummy, ushered me off to St. Vincent's in an ambulance, took X-rays, and then had some nurse yank the nail out with Doctor type tongues, eh, should of just shut my mouth and grabbed the pliers!</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had planned a black trim with an eagle head silhouette detail around the base which would have made my piece a bit more interesting, but the fact that it got built was good enough for me... And secretly I was relieved for a moment in the ER, it was the first and only time in this competition that I sat down with no cameras and relaxed, but don't tell Casey, Emily, or Alex that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.S. This episode is when Trixie met Troy... </span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">OK, to start, I forgot how much I loved the look of our room this past week. They start to fade in my head after a certain amount of time. Clean, fresh and simple can certainly be dynamic and I think the boys and I proved that... Some may say it's safe, but I say if you're borderline OCD, like to clean, and enjoy light and airy, then go for it, live in a white minimal box. Me, I need lots of color, varied depths, and patterns to distract me from dust bunnies, wall scuffs, and grit... Please don't think I'm a slob, I just am too busy to clean several times a day. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">And then the bookcase, well yes, while it was my conceptual idea, Courtland did have a lot of input on the the schematics and construction of the piece, and without him it would have never happened. For me, I just wanted the head of the bed to face the windows... Killer views to wake up to.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">Next, my first recognition from a stranger... Now as an Urbanite we get used to celebrity sightings and I mean like real, legitimate ones... So New Yorkers, well I'm not sure on the whole they'll notice me. But take me to suburbia and my chances increase. I was in Lowes buying some hardware for a project I'm doing outside The City, 16 drawers pulls to be exact, at self checkout, $3.97, $3.97, $3.97, $3.97 and so on, which naturally I started laughing at myself after hearing the $3.97 for the 8th time, I have a tendency to laugh and talk to myself a lot... (Note to self: stop doing that in public, it looks strange.) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">So I'm walking out and this woman approaches me and says "Are you Michael?" and since this project is not far from home I'm thinking this must be a friend of my mother, or a teacher from grade school, or a friend's mother, but no it was not, it was a complete stranger... So I answered yes and she first apologized for "bothering me" (Note to others: attention is never a bother) and then proceeds to to praise me, the show, my designs; she tells me how she's routing and wishes big things </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">for me...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"> And all I'm thinking is what do I do? Do I introduce myself? Do I thank her? Do I call for help? But being so taken off guard I awkwardly introduce myself (Duh Michael, she knows who you are) and I meet my first fan, Barb... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">And while I am not the least bit shy or put off by attention, this scenario was</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"> surreal. I got in my car, was literally shaking, and called my mom! I think I've been in a bit of denial this whole time... But now, I'm thinking, this is going to happen... Future trips to Target and Home Depot should be approached with caution. Shout out to Barb from Lowes!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">And of course, a mini-challenge with Nina on the PIX morning show. It was fun to get back in the game, push creativity to the max, and hastily spit something out that you hope is presentable in the end... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">You can watch it here if you missed it:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"><br />
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Now most of you urbanites will agree, we bounce around our cities bearing an electronic extremity, be it an Ipod, your mobile phone, or a Walkman (for real, I've spotted recently spotted a few hipsters sporting them, God they'll try to bring anything back...). And what about the rest... You're listening to music while driving in your car, working in the office, and relaxing at home. We all have our playlists, radio stations, and online music blaring according to how we feel or want to feel; it puts a little bounce in our step, energy to our workouts, life to our commutes, and even some needed consolation when feeling blue. So music, I can confidently say you are a bigger part of me than you may think, you inspire my moods, actions, and routines. Its way too often that I am living in a soundtrack and I'm not ashamed to admit it... Am I the only one that has a runway strut when walking down a subway platform listening to my Ipod??? I think not!<br />
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Stay tuned, this Sunday is an all new episode brought to you by flowers!Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-36633062030278456132010-07-08T08:21:00.000-07:002010-07-08T08:23:00.955-07:00My interview with Mrs. LemonsI met Mrs. Lemons a few years back when I was working in the New York City Office of a Hotel Design Company and she was working in the Scottsdale branch... When my design world was chock full of nothing but hotels: guest rooms, lobbies, restaurants (my favorite btw), spas, basically anything you could cram into a hotel. The hospitality design industry is a fun one, god I have stories from that time, like the one where I flew a private jet all over Europe to tour hotels, but that's a whole blog in itself (hmm, stay tuned). Anyway, we crossed paths at the Hospitality Design Convention in Vegas that year, which is always, well, a blast to put it mildly... I believe the exact location was The Playboy Club at the top of The Palms, killer space, the ceiling retracts so you are literally dancing under the stars. OK, getting off track again... We became fast friends that night and have kept in touch along the way... She recently did an interview with me for her blog and I loved her questions, a bit different from what I've been being asked, so check it out; it's a little peak inside my head:<br />
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</div><div>"There's nothing more that screams cello to me than Venetian plaster" in regards to Court's vibrant interpretation of the cello...</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Show me where it is" in regards to Trent's feeling of energy and fun he gets from the piano...</div><div><br />
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"Less Christmas Tree-e-e" ha ha, in regards to Trent's, well, Christmas tree.<br />
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"Alex's voice was muted" CHEESE FACTOR ALERT, I heart me a good pun though, nicely played CB!</div>Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-38720372325181066952010-06-29T13:25:00.000-07:002010-07-07T06:37:56.000-07:00Terraces, Turrets, and Tasty Treats...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"></span><br />
<div>Well we did it, we got ourselves to elimination thanks to our terrace with a slight case of Turrets! Ah, whatever, cohesive blah-blah, I still liked it, thought it was super creative. But here's the thing, the team leadership from the last challenge that Tom kept blaming for our loss, in my opinion, was not the case at all... On the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Redbook</span> challenge the leadership formula broke down like this: I took a strong lead with furniture and accessories, I know the New York shopping scene, I have a strong grasp on decoration and styling, and for the most part I was not questioned on my contributions to the design. <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Courtland</span> took the lead with the layout of finishes and architectural styling of the room, and it's no secret, he did a great job... And in the end that leadership formula worked out and helped us win the challenge, this time, not so much. I piped down a little bit (a bit being the key word) this time around. I really don't want to come across as overbearing or bossy, well at least this soon in the competition. I got lost in my art piece, focused a lot on my "sly" injection of humor with the use of accessories, and was concerned with more my own inspiration than anyone <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">elses</span>... Court got caught up in his little piece of Arizona, Alex and Tom really focused their efforts on the furniture and how/what it spoke to, and Trent, well sadly Trent was losing steam... I think we all put on blinders and no one stepped back to look at the big picture! So, with that said, maybe if Court was driving, actually scratch that, maybe if I was driving and Court was sitting shotgun (<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">that'd</span> be cuter) we would have won! But whatever the case, I had a blast and stand behind my design and my team!<br />
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</div></div></div>Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-30488186147358051502010-06-25T08:15:00.000-07:002010-06-25T08:15:13.909-07:00MM's Top 1 LinersDesign Star Redbook Challenge:<br />
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"I think we should try them on" in regards to our inspiration outfits. I really wanted to see Dan in those jammies...Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-13260296523733598872010-06-25T08:08:00.001-07:002010-06-26T10:06:14.748-07:00Fashionably Fashioned ApartmentsSo I chose the "Lovely Lady in The Leopard”. While she was not my first choice she was clearly the match for me given the slim pickens. And after choosing the outfit I thought, I’m OK with this, she’s fun and flamboyant, sound familiar??? I could build a scheme on blacks and neutrals punched it with the pungent berry color of her lipstick, and bring in some excitement with animal prints. Wow, that sounds more like Garanimals than Vern thinks…. And most importantly, as made clear, I thought, I could fit in this, I mean if I have to paint I may as well do it in someone else’s clothes and not ruin my adorable jeans, and look stylish at the same time!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">What was my first choice? Well, predictably the handsome Dapper Dan in the pink blazer that Emily snatched up! Thanks Em, that could’ve been my future husband, but now we’ll never know! I was thinking we were selecting the person as our client, and the outfit as our inspiration, and let me tell you, after being in that penthouse for almost 2 weeks at that point Michael needed a little flirtation and who better to do it with than Mr. Pink. Yes, Courtland is cute and all, but he just isn’t into me like that, um, maybe because I’m not a woman.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Overall I thought the boys team worked really well with one another. Not to bag on you girls, but you just let personal emotions get the better half of you. We really worked as a team to accomplish a task. While we may have not agreed all the time (me to Alex’s outfit, me to Trent’s styling) well, I guess I did not agree all the time, you could not loose sight of the big picture… A feature in Redbook! Which you will find us in, I’m thinking next month’s issue but I’ll keep you posted.<br />
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Now what fashion designer would be my dream inspiration for a place: John Varvatos. I heart you Johnny! His edgy, gritty relaxed vibe always coming across as the epitome of urban sophistication, yes please! Now I just need the client to do that for… Hello future hip urban client, are you out there???<br />
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</div>Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-46022604450211163722010-06-25T08:08:00.000-07:002010-06-25T08:23:01.655-07:00MM's Top 1 LinersDesign Star White Box Challenge, Episode 1:<br />
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"People are getting pissed" in regards to, well, people getting pissed!<br />
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"Just throw it up on the F*^-ing walls" in regards to getting the spilled paint off the floor and on the walls.Michael Moellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14446274190076971458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264823341762390884.post-56422096959213295682010-06-25T07:49:00.000-07:002010-06-25T17:29:29.456-07:00My “Portland” inspired room for Emily<div class="MsoNormal">OK, so I know Emily for a whole 10 minutes, never been to Portland, and am shopping from an Asian Market, um yeah, the word challenge comes to mind. This was a blast, it was sort of surreal… I got used to the cameras pretty quickly, just did my thing, kept my mind in the game, and busted my butt to finish this room. When I kicked the paint can over, I had some sort of outer body experience. I felt like I was looking down at myself saying “Don’t loose it, but what the hell are you doing? You’re on a competition reality show? Is this for real Michael? Are you going to wake up soon?” But I did not wake up… So I made the conscious decision to bite down and let the games begin!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><ol start="1" style="margin-top: 0in;" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;">We only had two cans of paint, notice I have 3 colors in the room… That white is the primed wall bleeding through the blue. I painted the entire graphic in negative space… Yeah, painting the blue around the white was a bit more challenging than anticipated, but I got it done!</li>
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</div><ol start="2" style="margin-top: 0in;" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;">Unsuccessful wall sconce hiding behind the headboard, I couldn’t finish it in the last minute so I chucked it behind the bed when time was called.</li>
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</div><ol start="4" style="margin-top: 0in;" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;">A very precarious console. This thing was so flimsy and broke twice when putting it in place. I prayed to Flo (my grandmother) that this thing would just stay up until after the judges came through. It was literally held together with tape…</li>
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