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"View Slideshow\n\nThe \"RL\" on the pillowcases is not a logo. These rooms do not have the Ralph Lauren \"look.\"\n\nRalph Lauren and his family live here, in Bedford, New York, in a house we have all wondered about for years but have never before seen so completely. It is one of five Lauren houses, and an especially interesting one, the one closest to his oldest and most powerful image, the American gentleman.\n\nTo fully appreciate it you must try not to think about the store windows and displays you know so well. This is not a stage; it is not about selling; this is where Ricky and Ralph Lauren have lived for 13 years and where they have raised three children. It is their home, and in the realm of interior design it is very much an original. There is no need to search for social meaning in it, as often happens when the subject turns to Ralph Lauren. Quite simply, it is English in flavor but with an American energy, and whether Nancy Mitford would approve or not is irrelevant. By now we should all understand that this is an interpretation of Englishness, not a recreation of it.\n\nWhat is important here is that only this designer, with his particular style radar, the man who gave us the oxford-cloth button-down pillowcase and the wingtip brogue wing chair, could take the symbols of a civilized life and arrange them into so potent an interior. The atmosphere in this house is intense, like breathing pure oxygen. It goes to your head. If Lauren brings any interior designer to mind, it is Renzo Mongiardino, whose rooms also were never quite the sum of fabric and wood. It is hard to look at rooms like these without wanting to know what music is playing, which books are being read, how the flowers are arranged, which shoes are in the dressing room. Let's take a walk through them together and find out.\n\nRicky and Ralph Lauren live about an hour north of Manhattan in a village that is to suburbs as the navy cashmere blazer is to men's jackets. To call Bedford a suburb is somewhat misleading; it is more like Manhasset or Old Westbury in the day of the Paleys and the Phipps. Zoning is generous, houses are hidden, and horses are welcome.\n\nThe paved road gives way to dirt and gravel several miles short of the Lauren residence, which is surrounded by over 250 acres of rolling lawn and woods. Norman in style, stone and slate, it was built in 1919, and there is no reason to think it will look any different a hundred years from now. At 17,000 square feet it is big but not overwhelming; it feels appropriate and comfortable. The only clue to who is in residence is the car in the forecourt, one of a collection of classic sports cars that look as they did the day they were delivered a half century ago.\n\nAs in an English \"stately,\" the entrance hall is not overly decorated. A grandly scaled George II side table and the first of many oil paintings greet you, as does the scent of lilies. Throughout the house there are dense, formal arrangements of romantic white flowers\u2014hydrangeas, imperial lilies, calla lilies\u2014with old-fashioned scarlet-red roses tucked into them.\n\nThe hall opens on the left to a library, a mahogany-paneled room that leaves an impression of brawny club furniture and perpetual late afternoon. The usual laptop and BlackBerry are nowhere in sight, though pads and sharp pencils are plentiful. To the right is the dining room, with a George III table receding forever across three pedestals, vermeil flatware and a dense hang of paintings and drawings against deep-green velvet walls. One end of the first floor is occupied by a classic English drawing room. The center table stands under a crystal chandelier by Osler; seating groups hug fireplaces at either end; and despite paintings propped against paintings, carpets layered upon carpets, and towers of books, the mood is light.\n\nCertain themes keep appearing. Lauren likes his rooms deeply colored, highly dramatic and turned inward. He prefers mahogany paneling and Georgian furniture polished like glass, and Persian carpets on their way to threadbare. Tartan, which most interior designers regard as a novelty, seems natural to a fashion person and is used with abandon. The dining room draperies are like great fringed kilts; tartan pillows and throws and runners are everywhere; and there are many collections of antique plaid metal boxes and accessories.\n\nAnimal imagery, and the energy it imparts, is everywhere too, in pencil studies of lions and oil paintings of horses and leopards, and especially in the designer's fascination with leather. Lauren collects leather the way an anthropologist collects bones. It is almost always what you find yourself sitting on. Old briefcases and schoolbags are used as accessories. Hide, suede, alligator and croc turn up in every possible condition: nicely mellowed, worn to a shine, darkened from a century of fingertips, shaped to the human form, crumbling to dust. This is a museum of leather.\n\nThe Laurens' private quarters, a five-room suite opening off a paneled round hall, are upstairs. The bedroom, with walls of deep-blue baize that read like the midnight sky at full moon, has furniture somewhat dressier than the rest of the house. The bed is Regency, and on the table next to it there's a pocket watch, tortoiseshell accessories, and crystal tumblers with a bottle of San Pellegrino. Next door is a sitting room, used primarily by Ricky Lauren, mixing tartans liberally with a very French desk glowing with ormolu. The bath, with the marble tub at the center facing an 18th-century mantelpiece, gives the illusion of an old bedroom converted when indoor plumbing was introduced a century ago.\n\nIn every house you must search a little to find the heartbeat. Often it is in the kitchen or library. In the Lauren house the life force beats strongest in the dressing room, with its green baize walls, highly polished mahogany and the luxurious hush of so much beautiful clothing. Stacks of luggage surround the room, like magnificent old saddles in a stable. There is a shelf of leather boots as interesting as any collection of Chinese vases, a wall of cashmere sweaters mostly in navies and grays, and another wall of nicely broken-in Belgian loafers, all monogrammed \"RL.\" Here Ralph Lauren says good morning to Ralph Lauren."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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