His Life’s Work: Estate of Jack Lenor Larsen
Under a Tiffany blue sky, Jack Lenor Larsen seizes the wheel of a white golf cart, one of two parked at LongHouse Reserve, his estate in East Hampton, New York. Larsen, who at 86 is still lanky, trim, and tanned, wears loose khaki shorts with a wildly original jacket made of fireproof semi-sheer drapery fabric manufactured by Larsen, the company. “It’s fifth-generation polyester,” he says proudly. This celebrated textile designer lives at the center of a tourist attraction. From April through October, 2,000 schoolchildren and 8,000 other visitors tour the 16 landscaped acres. They’re dotted with a permanent collection of more than 90 contemporary sculptures and works of ethnographic craft and also host temporary installations. This summer saw exhibitions of large garden pots, chosen and filled with plants by local landscape designers, architects, and artists, and of billowing black and white resin sculptures by Jack Youngerman.
Larsen steers our golf cart past Yoko Ono’s giant chessboard, a conceptual sculpture on the theme of trust—supplying both players with indistinguishable white chessmen on squares similarly all-white. I snap blurred photos as we rocket down shaded paths through a series of gardens on color themes: white, pink, red. We pause, and Larsen stoops for something. Could that be a weed in his meticulously manicured flower bed? Our route also threads past enormous blown-glass floats by Dale Chihuly, through sand dunes sprouting lined-up patches of beach grass. Exactitude and discipline underscore every gesture, though the result is typically easy.
Though LongHouse is closed to the public this particular afternoon, a pair of trespassing German tourists appear in the distance. Larsen drives up, but the men don’t recognize him and seem reluctant to leave when he says, “We’re not open today.” Only by repeatedly pointing toward the road does he persuade them to trudge away. Should a stranger ever wander up to the house itself, signs sternly warn: “Private Residence.”
Larsen was living next door back in 1975, when he acquired the LongHouse property and began to cultivate the gardens. When he eventually built the house, completed in 1992, it was a collaboration with Charles Forberg & Associates. (Larsen studied architecture at the University of Washington before shifting his focus.) The spectacular structure combines a slender rectangular main volume with a perpendicular wing for staff offices—a total of 18,000 square feet. Rafters project through a sharply pitched roof that pays homage to Japan’s Grand Shrine of Ise. “The emperor is crowned there as king of heaven,” Larsen notes.
LongHouse’s principal living spaces are on the second level. The master suite anchors one end, followed by a breezeway furnished with Larsen’s own ash-wood furnishings. Next comes the dining area, displaying a peerless collection of Wharton Esherick furniture opposite what would have certainly been termed a “gourmet kitchen” when it was designed. Midway along this enfilade, an open staircase leads up to a study, in the rafters, or?down to the ground level, shared by guest rooms and a?public gallery. Beyond the stairs, the second level terminates with a palatial living room guarded by Esherick’s monumental carved-chestnut arch and capped by a beamed cathedral ceiling. At the far end, doors open to a veranda overlooking the lilies of Peter’s Pond, named for Larsen’s friend Peter Olsen.
Larsen and I eat lunch on the veranda. You’d expect nothing less splendid from a man who wove curtains for Eero Saar-inen when his namesake firm was building J. Irwin and Xenia Miller’s house in Indiana. “I’ve worked for every great architect except Corbusier,” Larsen recalls. Frank Lloyd Wright, encountered when living at the Plaza Hotel in New York, asked Larsen to choose fabrics for Fallingwater in Pennsylvania. Wright’s irreverence impressed the hot young weaver. “It was to demonstrate alternatives to the norm,” he tells me. “Taste is less important than nonconformity.” Another Wright, Russel, was a travel companion for a 1960 trip to Saigon, Vietnam. Louis Kahn was one of Larsen’s weaving students at the Cranbrook Academy of Art in Michigan. And he was the one who initially pushed Chihuly toward free-blown glass.
Larsen’s own fabrics, even when factory-made, reach for the texture and charm of handwoven products. Innovation with yarn was a calling card—think heat-set monofilament fishing line. His bohemian oatmeal weaves and tie-dyed velvet are equally well known. He also pioneered stretch upholstery. Adventurous clients ranged from Edward Wormley to Marilyn Monroe.
Later in the afternoon, I sit with Olsen, who mentions preparations for an eventual transition from private house to full-fledged museum. When it’s finally time to return to the entry court where the tour started, I notice a car-size black canopy that bears these small but telling words: “Personal Parking of Jack Lenor Larsen.” For the present, no one except a German tourist or two could doubt who is lord of the LongHouse manor.