Thursday, March 01, 2007

The Apartment

con't from previous very indescriptive post

Once dispensed with the usual pleasantries at the door, I enter through the dark wrought-iron gate, adorned with dense potted green plants. Stepping past the heavy wooden door with rivets and plate details, the apartment is illuminated in the warm glow of tungsten lamps, a soft cozy and relaxing ambiance. The coarse grinded walls in tones of beige or yellow together with generous use of wood paneling gave the whole apartment a charm that is all at once rustic and yet modern.

A few feet about the staircase hangs a modernistic wrought-iron chandelier, a simple and uncluttered design, providing most of the warmth glow in the room.

All around the living room are little knickknacks and memorabilia on every surface, assuringly placed, in a meticulous painstaking way by the lady of the house.

Ascending up to the room, you will find the same detail and theme that is consistent throughout. In the study just as delicately lithe with a soft warm glow of light, a wall covered with photo frames - pictures of the couple and memories of happy times together. Right opposite that wall of frames is a floor to ceiling thick wooden shelf packed with all kinds of books, design and reference materials mostly.

On the opposite side of the stairway from the study, is the room that had me in awe.

Closing the door behind, to keep the dust out, you turn around to be faced with an amazing sight of a small room that is being converted into a wardrobe. From the floor to ceiling clothes of varied colours and style are hung, in double tier. Narrow mirrors attached at the edge of each side of the open wardrobe. And placed neatly nearer to the carpeted floor are shoes of various designs and style to match. A day bed covered in intricate floral detailing, tucked against a wall have bags and clutch purses placed and spaced neatly apart. There is also just enough space hidden behind the open wardrobe, for an enclave to change.

Even right now I am still being totally overwhelmed by the mere sight of the collection in that small room. This is one of those kinda thing that will stick in my head for the longest time.

Sorry photos were taken, as it is just so unkrool in the presence of such materialistic awesomeness. My bad.