C'mon, Get Happy

Todd Fiscus and Ceron Inhabit the Sunny Side of the Street

The pursuit of happiness may be our inalienable right, but that doesn’t mean it comes easy. Unless, of course, you knock on the door of the Turtle Creek town home belonging to Todd Fiscus and Ceron. Once inside, you’ll find the interior equivalent of Wellbutrin.

Its instantaneous mood-brightening power may appear to represent years of careful consideration, but, in reality, nothing could be further from the truth. Fiscus — who is to party planning what Marc Jacobs is to fashion — estimates he’s spent 11 nights in the space since closing on the property in March 2013, the result of a whirlwind event schedule that has him constantly airport-hopping. Add the coordination of his upcoming New Year’s-in-New-York nuptials to partner Ceron (the Houston-based hair whisperer) and construction of the couple’s new home in Houston, and it’s safe to say that personal nest fluffing hasn’t exactly been number one on the to-do list.

Part of the home’s initial appeal was its Mediterranean exterior (Fiscus’ favorite style); the other was the recently updated interior by its previous owner. “I like clean but not super-modern, and this was perfect as-is. The very first time I walked in with my realtor, I took two steps and said, ‘Give me a contract.’ There was very little I wanted to change.

“Frankly, nothing in our house was meant to go together. If I see something I like, I buy it because anything that’s visually great or interesting or cool by itself will be even better in a grouping. It’s the same with people. Someone who is good by himself or herself will be even better as part of a crowd — you don’t have to worry about him or her meshing with your family or other friends.”

The home’s first-floor living area is a perfect testament to Fiscus’ nothing-is-planned-but-everything-works philosophy. Three wood cubes separate a Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams sectional from an ivory Barcelona chair and ottoman. A nearly floor-to-ceiling image of a young girl holding a doll is catty-corner to a sunshine-yellow abstract above the fireplace. A vintage chair covered in amethyst-color shearling rests atop a neutral-patterned silk rug.

The dining area boasts a gorgeous maple table surrounded by eight Giorgetti orange chairs from Scott + Cooner. An enormous wall covering — formerly the guest-bed headboard in a previous residence — frames two Lucite tables filled with art books, photos, and collectibles, most notably a figure purchased while vacationing in San Miguel de Allende. (Warns Fiscus, “Drink one too many margaritas and you may wind up buying a porcelain doll in a lace dress.”) Both areas open onto an L-shaped urban oasis inhabited by teak furniture, a fountain, trellis and lush greenery. “I use annuals like perennials,” he admits. “I want an outdoor space to look finished immediately.”

Also downstairs is Fiscus’ office with its sleek Lucite desk flanked by two equally jaw-dropping artworks — Talking Heads, an appropriately-named installation from artist Raegen McKinney and two photographs of roosters from Art Attack, both evidence of Fiscus’ three-point test before buying: “Does it make me think? Does it make me happy? Does it make me wonder about the inner workings of the artist’s mind?”

The second floor houses a spacious master bedroom with living area, a space characterized by vivid color and furnishings that place equal value on fun and function.

“I always wanted to have a bar in my bedroom, and now I do,” notes Fiscus. Adds Ceron, “Before this, my idea of color was chocolate brown. So I was surprised by how much I love it.”

The living area is anchored by an over-dyed Tibetan rug in shades of crimson; atop it sits a Shabby Slips sofa brimming with colorful pillows. (“I have a pillow fetish,” admit Fiscus. “I probably own 1,000.”) A chandelier made of silk cocoons hovers over a coffee table with a marble top. Two velvet armchairs border one side and a swivel chair salvaged from Fiscus’ grandmother’s home and now sporting tiger-print upholstery finishes the other.

A veritable menagerie of animal prints exists in the bedroom: a zebra rug, a Mongolian shearling bench by Edelman Leathers and a custom headboard and bed frame upholstered in an antelope-print fabric that used to be drapery in Fiscus’ previous home. (Ceron admits to hating the window coverings, but thinks the Jed Johnson fabric is “perfect” in its repurposed incarnation.)

Up another flight of stairs is the guest suite, a languid sanctuary furnished in a style that says “Happy to have you.” Its comfy couch and king-sized canopy bed decked with sumptuous linens and a fur throw are a hedonist’s dream. In fact, its biggest drawback might be that, once ensconced, said guest may never opt to leave.

"If I had to describe my home using three adjectives, I’d say light-hearted, relaxed and present,” concludes Fiscus. “I love that it’s both restful and fun, and that it reflects two people who are growing together.”  We can’t imagine anything more positively perfect.