Randolph's

From Son of Rand

Randolph's

Randolph's is a dream house.

The imagined home of Son of Rand, loosely set in New Orleans and kept open from Austin. A place of true hospitality and curiosity.

p.s. the door sticks. push.

A gift wrapped in Randolph's red paper and sealed with the Randolph's sticker

On at the house now

Christmas at

Randolph's

Gifts for everyone at the table.

Gift sets already put together, a gift for every guest, and Randolph's red wrapping for any of them. Order by Mon 14 Dec for Christmas.

Come for Christmas

From Randolph's

What the house puts together.

Made, commissioned or assembled by Son of Rand.

The Host Gift SetFor the hostThe Host Gift Set$205 Martini Hour Gift SetFor cocktail hourMartini Hour Gift Set$206 First Cut Gift SetFor the cookFirst Cut Gift Set The Tea Party Gift SetFor the tea drinkerThe Tea Party Gift Set$254
Every gift set

Why Randolph's

Ransom means son of Rand.

Son of Rand is my name, and Rand is short for Randolph. So Randolph was inside my name long before he was ever on a shelf. Randolph's is the house that name could have come from: the table already set, the good spoons out, the door left open for whoever turns up.

An old card photograph: a dark coat on a hook in the green hall, the hat floating an inch above it. Inscribed R.

His coats and hats, as I picture them.

The line it carries is real. My great-grandfather was a Ransom too, remembered for his fine coats and hats and for being the most charming man in the room. My dad was named for him, and then me. The house is imagined. The welcome is not.

Ransom

Randolph's is built from family stories and imagination.

From the drawing table

Nothing here arrives finished.

Every room and every object is imagined first, sketched, argued with, and only then brought to life. The front door, three ways.

The front door in pencil, guide lines still showing

first, the idea

The front door in first colour, the tree in the hall, pencil still on top

then colour

The finished front door, worn in

then it lives a while

House rules

Nobody leaves hungry.

Set the table even if it's just you.

Bring somebody.

The door stays open till the last plate is cleared.

and mind the tree in the hall.

A shelf at Randolph's: a gilt frame with a cherry, a stack of plates, a green tin, a striped candlestick and the supper menu

Letters from Randolph's

Come in, you're expected.

Once a month, a letter from the house: a room finished, a new season, something worth setting the table for.