The happiest house I ever lived in had a turquoise entry with azure rose pattern carpets. A different chandellier and wallpaper in each room.
Colour is wonderful, feeling something is wonderful. Nothing should fade into the background or be replaceable. If it’s ignorable why does it exist? We have such a brief and largely boring and miserable time alive, let it be filled with colour and emotions.
except the carpeted bathroom I like this. Fuck griege, fuck minimalism this awesome.
Do you like that crazy red room even?
Yep.
The happiest house I ever lived in had a turquoise entry with azure rose pattern carpets. A different chandellier and wallpaper in each room.
Colour is wonderful, feeling something is wonderful. Nothing should fade into the background or be replaceable. If it’s ignorable why does it exist? We have such a brief and largely boring and miserable time alive, let it be filled with colour and emotions.