We’re back with a new guest tastemaker for some quick-fire questions and a mini-curation of some fab Chairish finds!
This week we are joined by interior designer Hannah Crowell. A Nashville native from a musically inclined family, Hannah’s career has taken a more visual path that landed her as principal designer of her namesake firm, Crowell & Co. After 12 years in California, first in the visual and performing arts and later studying at the San Diego Design Institute, Hannah made her way back to Tennessee where she’s been creating divine interiors ever since. A Crowell & Co space combines the ease of modernity with the character of vintage and collected treasures, and delightfully unexpected accents to boot, from custom wallpaper to striking tile. In a recent chat with Hannah, we got the deets on what vacation spot has her ready to decamp and a chance fan encounter by way of her musician father! Read on below to meet this Nashville designer and see what she’s currently coveting on Chairish!
Where’s next on your travel bucket list?
I just got back from a trip with my daughters to Scotland and it was the most magical experience of my life. I swear I would move to The Highlands if I could. Next on my list is Chile and Japan, sans kids.
Most memorable career moment you’ve had so far?
My father is a singer/ songwriter who is fairly recognizable in Nashville. Recently, while on a flight out of Nashville, he was sitting beside a woman who kept staring at him. Finally, she leaned over and said, “Excuse me, are you Rodney Crowell?” He, of course, responded, “I am,” assuming she was a fan of his music. The woman said, “You are Hannah Crowell’s dad. I am a huge admirer of her work!” My dad called me when he got off the plane to tell me how proud he was to be recognized as my father. He was so excited. That was a good moment.
Do you collect anything?
I collect rocks from all the places I’ve travelled. My wallpaper installer is in his nineties and crazy as can be (master wallpaper installer, though). He loves wandering around my house, looking at all my rocks. Then he tells me over and over how alike we are in our rock collecting kinship. I guess my soulmate is a 90-year-old, fellow rock collector, and wallpaper enthusiast. It actually makes a lot of sense if you know me.
What would be the title of your autobiography?
The Perm of 1987: One Woman’s Life Story Told Through Questionable Hair Styles
Headshot by Dayna Rochelle
