"There was a period not long ago when a young, urban professional could maintain an apartment with a functional Pottery Barn sofa and walls painted in quiet neutrals and still be considered someone of reasonably good taste. Today he might well face criticism that he lacked imagination and soul, that he was a slave to an outdated aesthetic that sacrificed personal eccentricity to a collective right: the dream of demure, unsullied affluence.
A magazine like Domino implicitly tells us that chic spaces must project tension: between the old and the new, the generic and the particular. Good design is temerity, the brazen decision to put a chrome end table beside a Louis XVI chair, the submission to a life-size ceramic Labrador. Within these parameters you must always be sure that you are expressing you — the you who loves the Red Sox and Douglas Sirk and Tuscany in May."
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