The Throne Room

As any recent geographical transplant knows, getting a new apartment set up can be a major chore. For some of us, it is the type of chore that can last all year, or perhaps a few years, or more likely until that point when we are about to move out. In my endeavors to create a new home in sunny Colorado, I have learned how to spray paint, burnt holes through several credit cards, and conned friends into building my furniture (thanks, Tirzah). What, you may ask, do I have to show for it? So far...only a delightful bathroom.



I aimed to recreate the feel of the French countryside where I was a youth, so I could sit on the pot and recall my fond childhood memories of freshly baked baguettes with warm brie, sunning myself on the Riviera, and afternoons spent smoking at a café and ridiculing the tourists. Those were the good old days.



Damask cloths in black and white with a touch of blue set the stage, and my new decorating technique of spray painting everything black has started to pay off.

Form and function, comfort and culture, toilet and tissues. Although it remains the only presentable room in the house for the moment, soon I will have put together a halfway-presentable place for all my friends to visit. That means you. So if you miss me, or have the desire to bathe in style, all this could be yours.