Paul Vincent, Wiseman, an interior designer
              who's capped all the major awards plus an honorary doctorate or
              two, has a couple of offices in San Francisco, and today I visited
              him at one. It's a neoclassical revival house built in the nineteenth
              century by a retired sea captain who wanted to live near the bay
              and watch the ships go by. The Wiseman Group painted the exterior
              a French blue with cream trim, and, without losing the character
              of the interior, turned it into a working space for part of his
        team of thirty designers, architects, and related professionals.
         When I walked into the reception area, I spotted an
    arrangement of fascinating objects which turned out to be nineteenth-
    century Chinese brush holders made from large hollowed-out roots. Wiseman fell in
love with the stunning collection at first sight and bought it intact from J.
Chen in Los Angeles. Other than the brush holders, the photos of Wiseman-interior
    designs catch the eye, rooms from New York to Hawaii and dozens of stops
in between, framed and arranged to celebrate the old house's lovely proportions. 
        Paul comes forward exuding his characteristic warmth
          and charm, thanks me for complimenting his sense of proportion,
              without we both feel architecture and design cannot soar. A
              tall, slender man with dark curly hair and a Roman coin profile, he has
              a natural eye, can walk into a crowded warehouse and immediately
        spot the best object. 
        He laughs. "I could do it since preadolescence. An
                eye is something you're born with; if you don't have it, you can't
  train it, but it's a mixed blessing. The best is always the most expensive,
              so I had to become an interior designer to afford myself. Fortunately,
              we have enough projects in progress at any given time that I can
              find a home for whatever I can't resist. Let's face it:
          I love to shop."
        We move into one of the smaller conference rooms,
                  and Suzanna Allen, the designated "Supreme Commander" -- witness
                  the sign on her desk --- offers me coffee, tea, water, and then
                  produces the bio sheet Paul eternally forgets. She has a silver-haired
                  beauty and the kind of mind that can keep track of everything,
        probably a photographic memory, and certainly a gracious demeanor.     
        Paul, a modest man, he speaks of "process," "the team," and "the
                      flow" of a project. "It's like producing a play," he says.
                      He defers questions about his clients, but I happen to
                      know many of them are Fortune Five, so I ask him about
        dealing with high-powered people. 
        "I love the psychology
                        involved," he replies, "it fascinates
                        me. Next to whom one's sleeping with, what one's sleeping
  on is the closest thing to a person's heart." 
        Complex interpersonal
              psychology can complicate a project, as can attempted murder. For
              instance once Paul was working on a house on Vallejo Street, which
              runs below Broadway on a steep San Francisco hill. He had keys to
        the house and was meeting a painter there. 
        "I walked in and noticed the burglar alarm wasn't on,
      but I saw a lot of sparkle in the garden room. 'They must have
      had a party,' I thought. Then I spotted a TV on the sofa. 'Quite a
              party, ' I decided.' Wild.' It started to rain, and I spotted the
              client's briefcase near the loggia getting wet, so I went to rescue
              it. Suddenly the police arrived. The reason: someone in the house
              above us on Broadway had looked out the window and spotted a burglar
        in the bushes with a gun trained on me."
        High risk or no, Paul
                  wouldn't chose another line of work. He's been around. At the
                  University of California, Berkeley, he majored in political
              science, but when he encountered Frank Lloyd Wright and
              the Bauhaus School, he turned in another direction and never looked back. Seeking
  to expand his creative talents, he left Berkeley to attend school in Australia,
  then traveled in Asia for six months, where he learned to appreciate "purity
  of form, integrity of materials, and the relationship of both to the land."
        He feels close to nature, and glories in his move from San
                Francisco to Marin County. "I will stay here forever," he says. He's
                a deeply spiritual man, goes
              on meditative retreats twice a year, and tries to teach clients to "respect
              the environment and to use only environmentally managed materials
        to help preserve the planet."
         When asked about red flags in preliminary interviews,
                he replies, "I'm dismayed when a person with a modern beach house
                in Malibu wants silks and tassels. A design should consider
                the community and the natural surroundings. Also, my antenna go up
                when one partner claims he has no opinion; it's entirely up to
                me and the other partner. Inevitably the 'I'm out of the whole
                thing' partner will veto all our designs, claiming he'll know
        what he likes when he sees it.
        Another red flag is the client
                  who wants the designer to supply him with an entire persona.
                  The "I want
                  you to do the whole thing, any way you want, but I'd just like
        it done on time. Like, in a couple of months" type.
        "The ideal
                    client," he says, "has a strong
                    sense of self and a recognition that design is a process,
                    and with perhaps three hundred people involved in making
                    a project to life -- people who are invisible to the client
                    -- I cannot guarantee exactly when it will be complete. 'Christmas
                    comes in June,' I tell them. 'Don't ask me in November to
                    create something for you by December.' On the back of my
                    card I say in fine print, 'it gets here when it gets here."