Given my deep love for this home and this home and this one too, it should be no surprise that I really like the look Rough Luxe hotel.
But this all comes with a strange and vague proviso: I like this rough-hewn imperfect style when it's used selectively, to expose the layers and stories of a building, to showcase patina that's genuine. But the minute it becomes too cultivated I recoil a little.
The best analogy I can come up with is a pair of worn-in jeans. The age and distressing should be personal and authentic. Designer distressing just doesn't ring true and, in the end, is as inauthentic as over-renovating. Knowing where to start and where to stop takes truly great talent.