All I want to think about is living in a Pre-War apartment.
I constantly daydream about looking up at high ceilings with ornate, plaster mouldings, walking over parquet floors, and entertaining in front of a fabulously intricate fireplace.
But then again I also daydream about being Beyonce a lot, so I’m not sure how realistic these dreams are.
Anyway…. I’m in love with stark white walls to showcase all of the glorious architectural details. So fresh. But what really turns me on is incorporating carefully curated pieces of mid-century modern furniture, art, and lighting. Especially the beloved Sputnick.
I just love the tension.
Yes, this needs to happen in my life.