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By MARIO NAVES
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The suitably named Dorothy Draper is credited with reinventing the profession of interior decorating. Often, such claims are inflated; in Draper’s case, it’s only the half of it. Her commission in 1937 to decorate the entire 37-story Hampshire House apartment hotel in Manhattan broke ground in more ways than one – it was the largest commercial decorating contract ever awarded to a woman. Until then, America’s first generation of professional decorators had conceded the public sphere to architects, invariably male. By the time Draper died, in 1969, scores of hotels, hospitals, offices, restaurants – even the 1952 Packard automobile and the interior of the Convair 880 airplane – were awash in her dramatic trademark colors: sky blues, poison greens, lipstick reds. (“Inferior desecrator,” sneered Frank Lloyd Wright.)

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|The suitably named Dorothy Draper is credited with reinventing the profession of interior decorating. Often, such claims are inflated; in Draper’s case, it’s only the half of it. Her commission in 1937 to decorate the entire 37-story Hampshire House apartment hotel in Manhattan broke ground in more ways than one – it was the largest commercial decorating contract ever awarded to a woman. Until then, America’s first generation of professional decorators had conceded the public sphere to architects, invariably male. By the time Draper died, in 1969, scores of hotels, hospitals, offices, restaurants – even the 1952 Packard automobile and the interior of the Convair 880 airplane – were awash in her dramatic trademark colors: sky blues, poison greens, lipstick reds. (“Inferior desecrator,” sneered Frank Lloyd Wright.)
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