Adore October 2020

T he Georgian-style home that CeCe Colhoun shares with her husband Trevor, their young sons Trevor Jr. and Blaise, and Leia, their goldendoodle, is all about personal style, sentimental furnishings, and the stunning aesthetic of Audubon Park. Just about every space in the house opens up to the park — patios and gardens on the first floor and dreamy balconies and soaring porches on the second floor. With a palette of swampy colors and lots of family heirlooms, CeCe brings her own sophisticated philosophy to chic living under moss-laden oaks. "Everything in our house has meaning to us whether inherited or picked up during travels or acquired from local shops and galleries," she explains. "I like so many styles and it all comes together organically. My home tells the story of who I am." She's right. Each room oozes with that elusive New Orleans magic that's hard to nail down, but you feel it in your bones. Crusty and modern, formal and casual, soulful and spirited, it's a look that's confident in its mix and steeped in family history.

The entrance foyer, painted Benjamin Moore's stormy Dark Olive, sets the mood as it opens up to a gracious entrance hall covered in classical graphite-hued grisaille wallpaper. The formality of the etched Arcadia scenic wallcovering, a nod to the expansive park, paired with laid-back bleached Carribean pine floors and a Saarinen tulip table, deliver immediate drama and personality. "We wanted the room to have a moment," CeCe explains. "It's big and airy and it needs its own statement. I think this is a great way to feel the scale of the house when you enter." An 18th century gold-leafed settee and a crystal chandelier from her mother mixed with her grandmother's antique console and a Oushak rug from Nola Rugs provide strong doses of patina and bling. And I love how the large-scale contemporary artwork (painted by CeCe) brings a bit of edge to the overall look. When the couple entertains on a larger scale such as for the fundraiser they hosted last Fall to benefit Son of a Saint, this hall becomes glamorous party central.

I found the caned chairs in tatters at a Dallas flea market, while setting up my very first apartment after college. I was drawn to their alluring color and painted details. Crusty and chipped, they reminded me of home. Once repaired, I loved them even more. That was the beginning of trusting my intuition about collecting. - CeCe Colhoun

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ADORE • OCTOBER 2020