Professional Documents
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Contents
Foreword 8
Foreword 8
How I Bought a
House in a Place
Called Home
of the “Fab Five” on a TV show called Queer Eye for the Straight
Guy, before I had an interior-design firm with my name on the door,
before my years of apprenticeship at the legendary design house
Parish-Hadley—I was Tommy Filicia, a kid from Syracuse. I grew
up in a neighborhood of the city called Sedgwick Farm, a stately old
collection of houses built in the 1920s around a club where tennis
whites are still required. I then moved up the hill to study design at
Syracuse University. Although some of my old Sedgwick crowd has
drifted away from our hometown, mostly to New York City, when we
meet, for dinner or by happenstance on the street, it’s like running
into an old friend from summer camp.
My friends from home are usually sur- lined with clapboard Colonial-, Italianate-, and
prised to hear that I go back regularly and still Victorian-style houses. The locals stop to chat
hang out with people they haven’t seen in years. as they come and go from the shops. It’s a place
I make the four-hour drive to attend weddings, that loves its traditions. Every spring the whole
to celebrate the birth of friends’ babies, or to see town is on hand for high-school graduation in
my father, who recently moved to Skaneateles Shotwell Park, across from the Sherwood—
for the summer. For the previous few years, as after which the new graduates make their tra-
I appeared more often on television, the people ditional dash into the lake in their gowns. In
who used to call me Tommy have wanted me summertime the population seems to double
to show up as Thom at fund-raisers, where my every weekend. But if you hang around the bar
little bit of renown might bring more locals out at the Sherwood long enough, you’ll eventually
and put a few more dollars into the hat. see anyone in town you’re looking for—or at
That’s what I was doing in the quaint lake- least get the scuttlebutt about what he or she
side town of Skaneateles, about forty minutes has been up to.
southwest of Syracuse, on a gorgeous afternoon The auction at the country club was a typi-
in the middle of July 2008. I had spent the day cal Skaneateles event: far from being a stuffy
at a benefit for the Syracuse Opera held at the old institution, the opera is a spunky, upstart
Skaneateles Polo Club. Standing at the head company that many of the younger Syracuse
of one of the Finger Lakes—the long, narrow, families who retreat to Skaneateles in summer
high-country lakes that central New York is support; the polo club is also a place where the
famous for—Skaneateles is a place that time whole community gathers. I spent the day run-
(and chain stores) seem to have forgotten, yet ning the auction with Carrie, my pal who is a
Skaneateles has all-American charm that
it’s a modern, lively town with its own small local TV personality—I call her Syracuse’s own
draws shoppers, bicyclers, and Sunday drivers
on summer days. The residential streets in the airport, cute shops, a prosperous vineyard, Katie Couric. We had a grand time and along
village are lined with Victorian-era Italianate and marvelous restaurants. I had been coming the way made some bucks for a good cause,
and Federal houses. Sitting on an old-fashioned to Skaneateles since I was a kid, first to swim reconnecting with some people and meeting
front porch, looking out on shady sidewalks
and fish with my childhood friend Robbie and others, and we left with a few fun stories to tell.
and bustling streets, you can watch the world
later to hang out with my high-school crew— Late that afternoon, heading back to Man-
go by.
Robbie, J.R., and Ben, whose father owned the hattan, I had just started along the east side of
Sherwood Inn, a historic hotel and restaurant the lake when I spotted a for-sale sign on the
overlooking the lake. When we were sixteen or right side of the road. I had driven this stretch
so, we would slip beers out of the Sherwood’s not a month earlier and hadn’t noticed the sign
coolers and sneak back to a friend’s boathouse then. Of course, I wasn’t looking for a house—
for a party. at least I didn’t think I was: before I knew what
Even if I didn’t have a history there, I would I was doing, I had pulled over and was craning
still feel at home in Skaneateles. Its streets are my neck to catch sight of what they were selling.
You came out to get away from plush fabrics demand fewer resources, are more in step with room, and all the furnishings would have a luxu-
and complicated decoration; you were roughing our concern for the environment, which is driv- rious feel. At the same time I wanted to preserve
it, even if you still had indoor plumbing and a ing a “green” aesthetic of its own: there is a the freedom and ease of a simpler time. I needed
kitchen stove. When these earlier generations of beauty in a structure that is in proportion to a retreat, not a complicated, high-maintenance
vacationers updated, do-it-yourself was part of its use. Instead of size, the measure of a suc- showplace. I planned to achieve this by invest-
the romance of a second home. “Renovation by cessful home is its ingenious use of materials, ing in the context and vocabulary of the house
accident” was just how things were done. its reinterpretation of traditional forms, or its itself: practical solutions, natural materials, and
I wanted to preserve some of this simple functional and clever layout. In architecture, details that were consistent with the original
approach. Americans, I think, are slowly real- character is becoming the new large. building.
You came out to get away from plush fabrics demand fewer resources, are more in step with room, and all the furnishings would have a luxu-
and complicated decoration; you were roughing our concern for the environment, which is driv- rious feel. At the same time I wanted to preserve
it, even if you still had indoor plumbing and a ing a “green” aesthetic of its own: there is a the freedom and ease of a simpler time. I needed
kitchen stove. When these earlier generations of beauty in a structure that is in proportion to a retreat, not a complicated, high-maintenance
vacationers updated, do-it-yourself was part of its use. Instead of size, the measure of a suc- showplace. I planned to achieve this by invest-
the romance of a second home. “Renovation by cessful home is its ingenious use of materials, ing in the context and vocabulary of the house
accident” was just how things were done. its reinterpretation of traditional forms, or its itself: practical solutions, natural materials, and
I wanted to preserve some of this simple functional and clever layout. In architecture, details that were consistent with the original
approach. Americans, I think, are slowly real- character is becoming the new large. building.
72 american beauty
Living Room
wo v e n wa l l c o v e r i n g • wa l l b a n d s • o u t d o o r l a n t e r n s •
pa n e l e d c e i l i n g • W e e d s p o rt c h a i r s • S k a n e at e l e s
s o fa • N i a g a r a r u g • S t r at h m o r e c o n s o l e s • B r at t e l
R o a d a r m l e s s c h a i r s • W e n d e l l T e r r a c e c o c k ta i l
ta b l e • F r e n c h F o rt b e n c h • D r u m l i n s l a m p ta b l e s