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Let there be white.

2 Dec
Back and forth, back and forth, I go back and forth. Here’s the trouble with me: I never stop looking and I like to keep my options open. Gray and white. That’s the color palette I’ve landed on for Bradford Avenue. And, I am leaning toward gray everywhere except for the all-white kitchen.
And then I stumble upon something like this and remember why I love white. White, I confess, I used to think you were boring and plain. I didn’t even consider you to be a color, just a base for all other color to come to life. I was a real idiot then. Forgive me. Here’s the truth about white: It’s a color that invites you breathe big, deep breaths; a color that makes room for you and opens the doors to a little slice of serenity.
Take a look at this Manhattan loft, a former shipbuilders’ warehouse, built in 1839. My commitment to white doubled after I took a glance.
Those are books behind their legs—do you see that?
Who doesn’t love a rolling ladder?
Or, brick walls?
Or, big pieces of art?
Or, exposed beams?
Or, painted wood floors warmed up with a rug?
Or, having a winch in the playroom?
There’s a winch—an old, real, winch from the 1800s once used to deliver sail cloth to the shipyard. Thank heavens someone had the good sense to leave this in tact. These are the sorts of things people tear down and then kick themselves about years later.
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