That's the title of one of my favourite songs. The most lethal, the most essential thing is to hear your own voice. Also, keeping up with the idea of writing as catharsis, this one blog is dedicated all to myself. More solipsism would be hard to find. And I like it like that. Oh, and this is a queer (and self-proclaimed 'ADULT') blog so go ahead, make your day... mine is done.
Ok, so yes. Yes to everything about this place. Yes to the idea that it was a knitting factory and they rehabbed it and made it a home. Yes to that absolutely fabulous vertical garden, yes to all the space and the room the furniture has to breathe. Yes to the idea that you can make the house you deserve.
The windows would freak me out because I would forget they're mirrored and then realize I'm half naked in the sitting room. But the LIGHT!! I do love the bedroom, but I am on the fence with the tub (probably because I do not take baths, like they do). I do love the us they make of the light (both natural and artificial) and all the very specific details they sprinkled throughout the house, like the light switches being knobs used by DJs (proof that we make a house out of love). Also, I covet that outdoor space in a terrible, terrible way. Very cool.
P.S. I also love they built and made the house they WANTED. Will everybody like it? Probably not. But they do. And that, my dears, is what really matters.