Visit Elaine Welteroth’s Hollywood Hills Hideaway | Architectural Summary

They say nothing in life is more stressful than moving, home renovations and childbirth. Naturally, my husband, Jonathan, and I launched at the same time, in the midst of a pandemic, no less. Then, after spending my third trimester commuting back and forth between our temporary rental and the construction area formerly known as our home, we both tested positive for COVID just days before moving in again with our new born. We didn’t plan for events to turn out this way, but if 2020 has taught us anything, it’s to surrender, buckle up and enjoy the ride.

Our bumpy nesting adventures began the peak of the pandemic when we ditched formal wedding plans and got married on our Brooklyn front porch. Our pared-back ceremony was a kind of joyous graduation – from the relentless city life where I cut my teeth in the fashion media and became editor-in-chief of Teen vogue. Concretely, this allowed us to reinvest our wedding budget in the purchase of our first house. Ultimately, California — where we both grew up and met at church as preteens — called us home. If we landed in New York as twins in our 20s with tunnel vision eager to build our careers, we left as newlyweds in our 30s ready to cultivate the rest of our lives.

We’re both writers (he writes songs, I write books, etc.), so our process began by writing down words that kept our intentions in focus: more space, more sun, more serenity. The dream was to move from the top floor of a Bed-Stuy brownstone to a chic hideaway in the Hollywood Hills. But we were halfway down a particularly treacherous and winding single-lane road when I said out loud to our realtor, Ikem Chukumerije, “I don’t care what this next house looks like; there’s no way I’m doing this commute every day. Of course, the moment I walked through the doors, I knew: This was our home.

The 13ft sloping ceilings, spacious and sunny terraces, artful views, wooden beams and open and airy spaces all instantly produced a breathtaking effect. He also had a certain creative soul that we both immediately tapped into. Later, we learned that the contemporary Spanish-style abode, built in 1977, was previously owned by prolific director and actor Robert Townsend. We loved that there was enough room to grow into 2.0 versions of ourselves. Little did we know then that less than a year later we would be designing the space with a new family member on the way.

A Rebecca Jack painting is displayed on a vintage credenza covered in faux goatskin in the entryway.

In NYC, you invest in what you put in to leave your home. In LA, you invest in things that make you never want to leave your house. As a first-time home buyer eager to redesign every aspect of our lives with intention, I Marie Kondo’d the hell out of my existence and refused to buy anything I couldn’t imagine sparking joy for the coming years. This overzealous plan inevitably backfired as six months later we were still living like college kids in an abandoned fraternity, sleeping on oversized beanbags and eating pizza by the fire on a card table at home. Home Depot. It was a bit romantic for a while, but the charm quickly wore off and we were ready to feel like real adults. With a burgeoning television career that required me to be bicoastal, we knew it was time to call in the professionals.

Enter Night Palm’s Tiffany Howell, an in-demand interior designer who brings a whimsical cinematic touch to her projects. We met by chance during our mutual love affair with a couch at Pop Up Home, a vintage furniture store and gallery for underrepresented artists. I finally pursued her after seeing her work in the beautiful office of my dear friend Mara Brock Akil. Fortunately, the stars aligned, along with our tastes in canapes, and she signed on to help pull us together. I knew it was a match made in design heaven when she offered us an even better version of this sofa at a fraction of the price (saving money is the ultimate joy!).

Nathan Singletary (wearing The Incorporated pants and Fear of God shoes) and Elaine Welteroth (in a Taller Marmo dress and Kat Maconie shoes) with their baby, Silver Isley Singletary, in the living room. Welteroth fashion style by Monica Rose; Singletary’s by Karina Salerno.

Howell’s love of music and fashion overlapped with our creative backgrounds; we spoke the same language. “I want the house to sound like a Stan Getz song,” she said, noticing we had a bossa nova moment. We were all drawn to the bones and the Spanish soul of the house, so it was important to preserve them at all costs. With the vast, rounded fireplace as our muse, we came up with the idea of ​​creating a zen, modern sanctuary that gives off a Brazilian treehouse vibe.

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