This is a 'thank you!' to Joan who in a comment on my Nabokov post gave me a link to Alan Bennett's 2004 review in the Manchester Guardian of a biography of Denton Welch, by one James Metheun-Campbell. I'm crazy about both Bennett and Welch, and in Bennett's review I loved: "The nearest [Welch] had come to active service was in the battle against beige, so it was fitting that in June 1945 he should have had a picture in the Victory number of Vogue, 'a rendering of a room in his cottage in Kent, where color plays an important part.' He says: 'Do not think that brilliant colour is difficult to live with. It is always stimulating and refreshing; and change to a neutral-toned, colourless room would be exhausting, lowering, and depressing.'"
In the 70's and 80's I hung with a crowd that included a guy named Seymour Avigdor; I think he was a fabric designer; he lived in a fabulous loft in Manhattan. He had an amazing talent at decorating -- and though this has nothing to do with Welch, and nothing to do with Bennett, I like to add a picture or two with each of my posts so, below, I'll put up a picture I took of my friend Channing Wilroy at Seymour's; the background indicates Seymour's boldness and astuteness with color and design. I like to think that if Denton Welch could have walked into Seymour's loft he would have marveled and approved. And, on the left, a photo I took of Seymour and his dog Endust in Seymour's galley kitchen.