The Traveler
Paul Duesing is an interior architectural designer known for outfitting luxury and personal resorts all around the world. His work can be found in Dallas, Scottsdale, Telluride, Cabo San Lucas, South Africa, and Uruguay, to name a few. Perhaps his love of travel began while studying architecture at the University of Oxford or during his 10 years of working in London before returning to his native state of Texas. Either way, his worldly influence can be seen throughout his Bluffview cottage, the exterior of which is painted in a welcoming butter yellow—as is the guest cottage in the back of the property, which Duesing lovingly refers to as the “Cottage on the Green.” 
(Left) Inside the chapel are chalices that his uncles used to celebrate Mass, as well as figures of the Virgin Mary, icons from his grandparents’ home, stained glass, and an antique prie-dieu Duesing found in Atlanta.
(Right) “This is my favorite room in the house,” Duesing says of his outdoor oasis, and it’s easy to see why. It’s a sanctuary, with an Italianate fountain where his corgis, Dudley and Briggsby, can run and play. “I got used to corgis when I lived in the U.K.,” he says. “I lived right next to Regent’s Park. People who know me know I’ve had them for years.” His previous two corgis were named Fezziwig and Barkley.
(Left) Take a second glance at the stone figures in Duesing’s yard. “Those are actually Mayan jaguars—not lions,” he says. Duesing enjoys having remnants of all his international travels represented in his garden.
(Right) Duesing calls his study and bar area “The Armory of St. James” because of his collection of military and equestrian antiques. Take, for example, the toy soldiers. “They’re my favorite things,” he says of the collection he began while living in the United Kingdom.
In the “Armory,” Duesing has also framed a crest from his years across the pond. A lion representing England and a unicorn for Scotland hold up the medieval French refrain: “Honi soit qui mal y pense,” which is the motto for the British chivalric Order of the Garter. Literally translated, the phrase means “shame to him who thinks badly of it.”
