where its mohair fabric was replaced by
“This apartment feels like an encapsulation of our house. It’s a sentence, not
a paragraph,” says Margot, spoken like an
editor. Even the 5-foot-tall Monstera deli-ciosa in a corner of the living room dates to
the early days of the Guralnick marriage,
when Gene brought it home from the supermarket as a tiny 89-cent year-old fledgling.
As for art, the walls are filled with
Jody’s work, paintings with titles like Come
on my Sweetheart and Fan Mail, each emulating a bit of family history.
Eclectic in her choices, Guralnick
freely mixed antiques with mid-20th-cen-
tury lighting and a classic black leather
Eames chair and ottoman that she bought
in the 1970s. “That was a splurge,” she says,
noting the piece is graced with an afghan
passed down from Gene’s grandmother.
There are some newly purchased
pieces, too. The massive Empire sideboard
in the living room was bought specifically
for that space at a Maine antiques shop.
when she moved to her apartment, Guralnick
painted a marble-topped mahogany sideboard
with an ornate green tile backsplash white. On it
are a Bjorn Wiinblad faience plate and cup from
her collection. A wooden sheep on wheels
playfully pokes out from beneath a desk in the
entrance hall (facing page), which also serves
as a gallery for artwork.