Stately. That's the judgment of the world on my sitting rooms. From the blue and gold ormolu clock that decorates my mantle, the gilt porcelain ladies and gentlemen proffering their elegance and superiority, an age gone by, an era lost to modernity. For the modern is all geometric, all distinct edges, knife-like, severe, cold and emotionless. I long for the gently contoured and incurvated, the lush ornamentation, the brilliant golds and purples of settees and loveseats made soft and round, le...
Published on January 17, 2010 07:02