We read the New York Times to each other over breakfast, Mr. Husband pouring over the hardcopy which is delivered, while I look at the online version on my laptop. Its Thursday, so the Home section is front and center, that is, after we talk about cyber-hacking and how companies should- but won't - admit to it.
"Look at this!" He thrusts the paper at me. A discussion of style follows regarding two studios, one on top of the other on 57th street: how women often go light while men go masculine and dark. Guess which one we prefer? The gentleman's room seems much bigger - the eye moves around more. It also looks like he doesn't have a TV. Blessed one. (We haven't had cable for about two years now. Deprived? Hardly. We stream the news on a small flatscreen that is housed in a bookcase.) Yeah. There are a lot of chairs, but I'd be happy living there with the wood, gilded ceiling and all those paintings crawling up the wall. (Find the article on these two apartments here. The photography is by Bruce Buck for the New York Times.)
The gentleman's room makes me think about painting our living room green now that we have overhead lighting. A dark room going darker? Many decorators suggest this approach. I tried it once, painting the overmantel area and the walls above the book shelves Providence Olive. But it seemed much too dark. Now that we have better lighting, the idea is rearing its head again. Interestingly, our apartment was once painted a darkish green in the 1940's, which I discovered one day while cleaning the front door. A green straight out of Rope!