Much distressed wood and hot-rolled steel furniture. Faux stag’s heads molded from synthetics, and those nightmarish flocks of birds—not the bland corporate logo, but what you see populating a truly Hunter S. Thompson–esque psychedelic freakout—on bare walls, usually in some shade of bluish pastel. The company canteen continued the preening design, but at this point I’m running out of cute ways to describe the shit you see at Restoration Hardware, so you can just imagine it instead.
