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ome people have outdoor showers. Jen Langston has an outdoor tub. “It’s my version of a hot tub,” she says, “and my friends and I all treat it as such. We pile in and have a grand old time.” That anecdote pretty much sums up Jen’s approach to design—and life. “I love adventure and experimentation,” Jen declares, “especially in my own home.” Every room in her 2200-square-foot, two-structure compound on Johns Island features pieces from a different country, mementos of her constant trips and travels. Resplendent green Moroccan tiles. Silks from India and the Far East. Relics from a carefree youth spent trolling Bahamian waters with her farmer-fisherman father. “I was the son he never had,” Jen says, “and while I love beautiful things and elegance and sophistication—because, don’t get me wrong, I love luxury—I also think the height of chic is having everything so perfect it comes across as just normal and right.” That’s not to say basic, though, because one look at her signature blend of balanced maximalist minimalism and it’s clear she and her work are anything but. “My greatest fear is that anyone feels like their spaces, or my own, reek of pretense or a lack of authenticity,” Jen says. “Being contrived is the greatest sin.”
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