Interior Studies: Urban Decay
I feel I have to talk about this article, The New Antiquarians from last Week’s New York Times. It’s been on my mind for almost a week, and in my book that means it deserves a mention.
The homes featured are like a movie sets or cool shops. But those things are temporary. To me, the thought of living in a a taxidermy-filled curiosity shop and calling it home, is creepy. But I’m also intrigued…
In a way, as creeped out as it makes me, I think there is something strangely beautiful about it. Am I discovering my own suppressed personal style? No, but It did make me wonder. It reminds me of a childhood spent in thrift shops, antique stores, on nature excursions, at the Natural History Museum and an occasional visit to a odd taxidermy-filled pet shop to buy fish (honestly it was the best spot in town). But by a twist of decorating fate my preferred style to live in is still vintage-inspired but less well…dead (not sure that was the word I wanted, it is but no less accurate).
This had to be the most interesting design article I’ve read in a long time (I’ve been carrying around with me since last Thursday). I love reading about how people live and it challenged me a bit on my own concepts of beauty. There is no personal seismic design shift happening because, though it’s oddly beautiful and a bit ironic, I don’t like this style. But it pushed me outside of my design bubble and that I like.
I’d love to hear what you think… Love it, Hate it, Don’t Really Care? Drop me a line in the comments box…



I am so sure that it’s bad feng shui and or bad ju ju to be living amongst dead things. I couldn’t do it, like you said interesting for a set or installation, but not as an everyday living environment for me.
I understand your affinity. When I walk into my home, I want to enjoy the mystery and the shadows and that feeling that something is off, but not be able to identify what makes me have that spooky feeling.
My house is decorated with iron chandeliers that cast spider like shadows. The walls are a dark gray, but there are surprises of rich color here and there. I intentionally suppressed my preferences, because I didn’t want to be accused of being Morticia Adams. All of the pictures in my living room are photos of cemetery statuary, but most visitors don’t realize that; they just think I’m into angels, and hey, who can fault me for that?