#Wood Floor Cleaning Studio City

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Studio City Wood Floor Cleaning

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1899 Park Slope brownstone mansion in Brooklyn, NY has 6bds, 3.5ba, 4,100 sq ft. $4.195m.

This home has incredibly detailed woodwork that's going to need a good cleaning. The large entrance hall reflects the size of the home. I can't say that I like the orange walls and gray trim, but that's easily fixed.

The main sitting room is an awkward shape. It's so long and narrow, but the owners have all of the furniture against the walls, which doesn't do it any favors. No matter how narrow the room is, you've still got to float some of the pieces to fill the center. Look at the huge doorway moldings, though.

The dining room is magnificent with it's fireplace and incredible built-in cabinets. Look at the door and transom- it's huge. Love the chandelier, too. This room needs some decor and it will look crazy elegant.

Isn't this the best kitchen ever? It's just about original. No walls were removed, it still retains it's basic footprint. Look at the stained glass windows and the glass window in the original door.

The small powder room is disappointing. The sink is terrible. It needs some cute Victorian decor.

The bedrooms are all very large. They've got original woodwork and fireplaces.

Example of the tile and wood on one of the fireplaces. Even the firebox looks original.

What a vintage bath. This is amazing.

It's the en-suite for the large sunny children's room. Love the fireplace.

Usually, Victorian nurseries are small rooms, but this one is fairly larger than most.

Here's another bath that combines vintage and modern. I'm surprised that there are only 3.5 baths in this huge house. It amounts to 1 per floor.

Here's another lovely bedroom. They all get wonderful sunlight.

But, this suite is the coolest one, especially if you're an artist. It has skylights for great natural light and a huge studio.

The studio is actually 2 rooms and has this big wall of storage.

Plus, there's this nicely done shower room.

And, this is a large one bedroom apt., complete with it's own kitchen.

This small back porch is used as a home office.

If the new owner would like a finished basement, this one would make a great rathskeller.

There's a small garden out back, which is always a bonus in the city.

https://www.corcoran.com/listing/for-sale/877-union-street-brooklyn-ny-11215/23215842/regionId/1

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caffeine addiction ❃ affogato ❃ chapter 12

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The morning air was crisp and dewy, a subtle reminder that fall was just around the corner. You inhaled deeply, savoring the fleeting coolness before the sun’s sweltering afternoon heat would take over. The city still had a quiet hum to it, the kind that made you appreciate the earlier hours.

Bakugou had insisted that working at the café or shop today wasn’t safe given how the reporters and crowds were lurking. And while you weren’t thrilled about the attention, you weren’t complaining about the alternative. Today was going to be all about the two of you working on your fashion line, tucked away in his studio.

You found yourself at the door to Bakugou’s place after a short elevator ride, your hands slightly shaking from anticipation. The knock you gave was quick and confident, but when the door opened, your confidence wavered for a second. Bakugou stood there, freshly showered, his damp hair spiking in all directions– breath a tad heavier than usual. His black tank clung to him a little too well, the moisture accentuating the muscles underneath, and a pair of Kindeki sweatpants hung low on his hips, looking both casual and sinfully deliberate. Your eyes trailed down before you caught yourself, trying to play it off as casual.

He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his eyes, but he didn’t mention your very obvious once-over. Instead, he greeted you in that signature gruff voice, “Mornin’.”

Stepping into his apartment, you were hit with the warm, inviting scent of caramelized sugar, coffee beans, and vanilla—like a comforting hug in the form of a smell. It was his usual scent, one that had grown increasingly familiar with all the time you spent together, but here, in his space, it felt more intimate.

You set down your sewing machine and bag, filled with your sketches and reference photos, next to the desk. The place was well-kept, unsurprisingly so. His studio was functional but had that lived-in feel—designs scattered across a large wooden desk, fabric swatches pinned to the wall, and sketches strewn about in what could only be described as organized chaos. 

The living room was an eclectic mix of industrial sharpness and cozy charm. Exposed brick walls ran along one side of the space, their rough texture highlighted by the shine of the early morning sun. Metal beams crisscrossed the ceiling, left raw and unpolished, giving the room an open, loft-like feel. However, the coolness of the steel and concrete was tempered by the plush, oversized furniture that invited you to sink into it.

A dark leather couch, worn and soft, sat against the wall, layered with knitted blankets and textured cushions in deep hues of charcoal, navy, and rust. The coffee table was made of reclaimed wood, its surface uneven and rich with character, resting on a patterned rug that added warmth to the tiled floor beneath. Potted plants dotted the room, their greenery adding a touch of life to the stark industrial palette, while soft throws draped over the armchairs brought a homely feel.

Steel-framed windows let in natural light, the large panes contrasting with the warmth of the space. Shelving units made of iron and wood lined the far wall, filled with books, framed photos, and magazine spreads of him and his family. It was the kind of space that felt lived-in yet refined, where you could sip coffee in the morning or work late into the night, all while feeling grounded by the balance between industrial edge and a cozy touch.

“Place looks good,” you remarked, trying to distract yourself from the way his presence filled the room.

“Tch, you talk like it’s some kind of miracle,” he scoffed, crossing the room to grab a binder filled with your joint designs. “I’m not a slob.”

You grinned, taking out your sketchpad and setting up your sewing machine and embroidery station. “Yeah, but you’ve got the reputation of a guy who only cleans when company’s coming over– with the way Mina always talks about you.” 

You both knew that Bakugou was a neat guy– his café is set up with precision for optimized efficiency and he cleans like a madman at any free moment.

He shot you a look, the kind that usually ended in a witty comeback, but instead, he just shrugged, lips quirking up slightly. “Maybe you’re just good company.”

You paused, caught off guard by the subtle warmth behind his words, but before you could respond, he handed you a sketch he’d been working on—a sleek, defined blazer with sharp lines and lapels inspired by Gothic architecture. “You’re overthinking the shoulders,” he commented, gesturing to your design of the same blazer. “See how this one balances out better?”

Your eyes flicked from his sketch to yours. His was undeniably cleaner, the proportions perfect. You tried to ignore the slight pang of frustration at how effortlessly he could refine what you’d been obsessing over for hours.

“Of course, it’s perfect,” you muttered, a hint of exasperation slipping into your tone. You weren't really mad, just envious of his natural skill. “You could probably design in your sleep.”

“Who says I don’t?” he teased, his smirk deepening as he nudged your arm with his elbow. “Maybe you’ll catch up one day.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the playful jab. “It’s infuriating how easily you get this stuff, you know?” It’s not like you couldn’t do it– the only issue is that Bakugou would be able to solve something you’d toil over. 

“Just means you’ve gotta work harder.” His voice dropped an octave, almost teasingly low, as he leaned closer. “But I like watching you try. It’s cute.”

There it was again, that casual flirtation that Bakugou slipped in so easily. The comment made your stomach flip, but you brushed it off with a scoff, pretending to focus on the embroidery sample you’d been working on. Your mind was reeling– It’s just his personality. Just his personality. Don’t take it personally. 

“You’re hilarious,” you said dryly, although the way your heart felt at the word cute wasn’t something you could ignore. You swallowed it down. “Now focus. We’ve got a lot to do.” 

“Bossy today, huh?” Bakugou muttered under his breath, but he was already moving to his desk, setting up his tablet to start working. The morning passed in a comfortable rhythm, the both of you occasionally bantering, occasionally lapsing into silence as you got lost in the design process.

You were designing another embroidery pattern inspired by the intricate framing of Gothic windows as you settled into Bakugou’s leather couch, the soft creak of the worn leather beneath you blending into the quiet hum of the room. The plush cushions sank slightly under your weight, molding to the shape of your body as you tucked your legs beneath you. Your brown flared leggings draped loosely around your legs, the fabric soft and easy against your skin. The way the material moved with you felt effortless, almost like a second skin—stretchy and smooth.

The white cardigan you wore was thin and light, slipping off one shoulder as you adjusted your position, revealing a glimpse of the delicate lace halter bralette underneath. The bralette’s intricate pattern contrasted softly against your skin, its gentle pressure keeping you comfortable, yet still adding a feminine touch. The lace peeked out in places as you leaned back, its texture subtle but eye-catching in its simplicity.

The warmth of the leather couch beneath you mingled with the cozy softness of your outfit, creating a sense of comfort and ease. Everything felt just right—your outfit, the couch, the quiet buzz of the day just beginning. It was a rare moment of calm before the work began, and you couldn’t help but sink deeper into the cushions with a relaxed sigh.

While Bakugou worked on refining the cuts of the other designs. You’d toss him a design and he’d give you a snarky critique, sometimes even fixing it right in front of you, much to your annoyance.

After a while of working on your embroidery, you leaned back on the couch with a sigh. Your fingers ached from the delicate, repetitive movements, and the sweet pull of sleep tugged at your heavy eyelids. Each blink felt longer than the last, your body begging for rest as you absentmindedly traced the soft texture of the fabric. Slowly, you began to doze off.

Bakugou stood up from his spot at the table, stretching with a hand on his hip. “Coffee?” he asked gruffly, though the slight quirk of his brow told you he already knew your answer. Without waiting for a reply, he was already making his way toward the kitchen.

You watched through half-lidded eyes as he opened the freezer, retrieving a small container before scooping its contents into a wide-rimmed glass mug. Curious, you sat up a little straighter, the enticing scent of freshly brewed espresso filling the air. Your mouth watered as he placed the mug beneath the coffee machine and the dark, rich liquid began to pour over the creamy white scoop nestled inside.

Bakugou brought the creation over, setting it down in front of you with a spoon. An affogato. Your eyes lit up with excitement at the sight. The velvety scoop of clearly homemade vanilla bean ice cream was already melting slightly around the edges, creating swirling patterns as it merged with the hot espresso. The contrast between the dark, rich coffee and the pale ice cream was mouthwatering.

You dipped your spoon in and took your first bite, the sensation immediately overwhelming your senses. The espresso was bold and slightly bitter, its warmth cutting through the cold sweetness of the ice cream, which had begun to soften into a creamy, marshmallow-like texture. The vanilla bean was fragrant and delicate, adding a floral note that lingered pleasantly on your tongue. The combination was pure bliss—the icy smoothness of the ice cream paired perfectly with the deep, roasted flavor of the coffee. Each bite was a harmony of hot and cold, sweet and bitter, airy and rich.

You let out an involuntary moan as you melted into the couch, savoring every spoonful. “Oh my God,” you breathed, barely managing to speak through your delight. The affogato was divine, like a dessert straight from heaven.

Bakugou leaned against the counter, watching you with a satisfied smirk. “Good?” he asked, though from the way you were nearly collapsing into the cushions, he didn’t need an answer. 

Suddenly, inspiration hit you like a lightning bolt. With the last spoonful of affogato melting on your tongue, a lightbulb practically flickered on in your mind. You slapped your hand over your mouth, eyes wide with disbelief at how obvious it all seemed now. “We’re both idiots!” you exclaimed, your voice muffled behind your hand.

Bakugou looked up from his own work, brow furrowing. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” He dropped what he was doing and made his way over to you, plopping down next to you on the leather couch as you frantically pulled your laptop out of your bag.

Your fingers flew across the keys as you pulled up images of the Gothic architecture you’d been referencing for weeks—the ornate rib vaults, pointed arches, and intricate stained glass windows. “Gold and silver embroidery,” you said breathlessly, the excitement evident in your voice. You angled the screen toward Bakugou, showing him sketches of gowns and suits adorned with metallic threads. “Think about it—Gothic cathedrals were all about grandeur and detail. The way light hits stained glass, the way everything’s so meticulously crafted. Gold and silver embroidery would reflect that same kind of decadence and precision. It’s so thematic!” 

You zoomed in on an image of a Gothic altar, the golden details catching the light in a way that felt almost divine. “It’s not just about looking elegant—it’s also about mimicking the craftsmanship– goldwork was big back in the day. The way the light catches the metal threads in the same way light pours through the stained glass windows. It’s perfect for our line. Decadent, but refined.” 

Bakugou leaned in closer, red eyes narrowing as he studied the screen. For a second, he didn’t say anything, just absorbed the images and ideas you were presenting. But then, a slow, approving smirk spread across his face. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back and crossing his arms. “That’s actually genius.”

His approval only fueled your enthusiasm as you continued, gesturing with your hands as you spoke. “We could integrate the gold and silver threads into specific areas—lapels, cuffs, around the shoulders. Think about those sharp, dramatic silhouettes we’ve been working on, accented with embroidery that looks like it's straight from a cathedral. It’ll give that structured look a rich, almost regal feel, without being too over the top.” You instantly start typing up a few suppliers you know to place sample orders.

Bakugou’s eyes flickered with interest as he imagined it. “Yeah, like addin’ the metallics to the seams of those sharp-shouldered blazers or down the length of a pencil skirt. Keep it sleek, but add that intricate detail to pull everything together.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! We can use silver threads for cooler tones—like the deep plums and midnight blues—and gold for warmer ones—like reds and blacks. It’ll bring out the richness of the fabrics while still being subtle enough to keep it business formal.”

Bakugou’s smirk widened as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he met your eyes. “You really thought this through, huh? Can’t believe we didn’t think of this sooner.”

You grinned, feeling the rush of creativity and caffeine flood your system. “I guess we just needed an affogato-induced epiphany.”

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Looks like I’m gonna need to make more of those if this is the kinda shit you come up with after.”

With renewed energy, you both dove back into your work, sketching and reworking your designs to incorporate the metallic threads. The idea of stitching precious metals into the seams of your garments felt like the missing piece. It was bold, dramatic—just like the Gothic architecture that had inspired your entire collection—and yet it still fit within the world of cloth. 

“Gold embroidery on the dress shirt collars,” Bakugou suggested, pointing at one of his sketches. “Keep it simple, but let it catch the light when people move.”

You nodded, already envisioning how the threads would shimmer subtly, adding just the right amount of elegance. “And silver along the hems of the trousers. It’ll look like the light’s dancing along the fabric.”

Bakugou leaned back again, the satisfaction clear in his expression. “This is gonna be big. No one else is doin’ shit like this nowadays.”

You smiled, feeling the excitement bubble in your chest. “We’re about to turn this industry on its damn head.”

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Prologue

In which plans are made upon your return to London. ~4,300 words

Overview // Author's Note

The city had barely changed since you had been here last. The streets were almost black with soot from the chimneys of homes and factories, and the dark clouds rolling over London felt more like omens of bad luck than the product of its booming economic success. Nothing had changed at all.

You walked up the steps to the place you had not called home for years, pushing open the sturdy wooden door only to hesitate in the entrance hall.

It was deserted.

The fading sunlight was kept out by the fastened shutters, allowing only a fraction of the warm orange to stream in through the cracks in the old wood. The welcoming atmosphere of the house you remembered so vividly was only a far echo now, unrecognizable as you looked around the empty room, letting your bag fall to the ground with a loud thump that echoed uncomfortably. 

Where was everyone?

You had expected to find several people scurrying around as they always did. Your mother was so obsessed with keeping up appearances. She would strut through the house and bark a string of nonsensical orders at the poor servants she had requested follow her every step.

Her vanity was laughable, and you had used to joke that in her deluded fantasy, she was pretending to be Queen Victoria herself with her court of ladies. 

The vase with freshly cut flowers had been a particular point of pride for her, and she always requested the most expensive ones to be bought only to flaunt your family’s wealth. She required the dark blue curtains of the windows to be fastened with a specific knot she had glimpsed once in the queen’s palace.

The floor had to be spotlessly shining at all times, even after your father returned from mingling with his friends and enticing them with his lofty plans of investments, dragging the soot and dirt from the London streets into the house and dirtying the tiles that had been scrubbed on aching knees for the better part of the day. 

You looked down at your shoes, scoffing at the immediate feeling of regret crashing over you.

It had been too long since you had been here last, but not long enough all the same. The memories and sentiments the house and the city dragged up in you were better kept buried. 

Leaving the bag by the door, you walked into the entrance hall, taking a closer look around. The flowers on the coffee table at the foot of the stairs were wilted, filling the air with a stifling odor. You turned towards one of the windows, opening it wide and pushing aside the shutters. 

It disturbed the dust on the curtains. The particles floated around the room, catching the gentle yellow light of the setting sun and making you wonder just how long it had been since someone had cleaned.

You turned your gaze towards the dark city outside, the smog rising in the far distance where the heart of the country’s economic success lay. Your jaw clenched. Even in the golden rays of the setting sun, London could not hide its bleakness and the dirt it was overflowing with.

You longed for the countryside. You long for the confines of your studio in Paris, far away from this life of exploitative riches and the screaming poverty outside your front door. It made you itch to leave as soon as possible, the reminder of why you left almost painfully burning in your chest. 

The quiet greeting you, as you faced the house again, was not peaceful, but it felt like evidence that perhaps some things had changed since you had been here last — almost five years to the very date. You cursed quietly, pushing away the melancholy that had snuck up on you. 

“Theodore?” you called into the silence, expressing some of your annoyance at being called away from your new life abroad. “I’m home,” you muttered in disdain, waiting for your brother to appear and tell you what ‘urgent matter’ had him insisting on your presence in London. You felt it had something to do with the darkness in the entrance hall and the dust on the curtains.

A heavy door shut somewhere overhead, and you looked up in time to see familiar golden curls poking over the banister as he approached it hastily. His face twisted into a dazzling smile when he saw you. “Da Vinci!” he called, almost tripping over himself as he took the stairs two at a time. 

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, catching him as he nearly fell down the last few steps. He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you against his chest as you buried your head in his shoulder and breathed in his familiar scent. “I’m so glad to see you,” you said, your voice muffled. 

You had missed him dearly. Despite your many invitations, he had continuously declined to visit you in Paris, citing his alleged responsibilities at home or his engagement to his soon-to-be wife as an excuse.

It felt good holding him in your arms again after so long. Faintly, you could hear the elevated flutter of his heart beating quickly. You chuckled, happy to see him as well. The longer you stayed in the embrace, the more you noticed the restlessness he seemed to exude. 

Theodore was trembling faintly in your arms, his hands roaming your back as if he could not bring himself to stay still. He seemed nervous, almost afraid. You lifted your head, drawing back to look at him properly. 

The dark circles under his eyes looked like he had not slept these past days. His usually so expressive eyes were dulled, the excitement and energy within them dimmed with exhaustion you had never seen on him before. 

“Theodore,” you began in concern, but he shook his head with a twist of his lips that you could only guess was supposed to be a reassuring smile.

“Fine. I’m fine,” he said with conviction, not reassuring you in the slightest. 

He was a terrible liar, and with the evidence visible on his face, you did not know why he bothered at all. Still, you did not push. “What is the matter with ‘needing me urgently’?” you asked instead. Raising your hands to gesture to the bleak room you stood in, you could not hide your confusion. “What is going on?”

Theodore averted his gaze, clearing his throat before inhaling shakily. His lips twisted into a tight smile again, and he nodded nervously. The silence stretched on as you waited for him to explain. 

“Yes,” he said eventually, running a hand through his hair and looking around the room to ensure nobody was lurking in the desolate emptiness, “my letter must have come as a surprise. I would have explained more— I wanted to, but the matter is sensitive. You see, I—” 

He shook his head quickly as if to disperse unpleasant thoughts and closed his eyes to take a deep breath. When he reopened them, he was calmer, and his eyes softened as he looked at you. 

“I know you would have rather stayed in Paris,” he said, taking your hands and giving you a sad smile. It expressed both his gratitude and guilt at seeing you in London. “I’m sorry to drag you back. How— How have you been?”

You looked at him for a long moment. 

Paris had not been what you imagined. No matter where you went, your dissatisfaction with the world around you never vanished. You found solace in your art, losing yourself to the brushstrokes and colors on the canvas until the deeply seated longing inside you was quenched to an extent, only to find it returning with a vengeance when you resurfaced from drowning yourself in beauty and the picturesque. 

Misery was an old friend, one that never wavered from your side, no matter how successful you became or how admired your artworks were. You had stopped looking for fulfillment or contentment long ago until it felt like misery herself was leaning over your shoulder, taking your wrist and guiding the brush across the canvas. 

Happiness was never sufficient to create a meaningful work or seep into a life and suffocate the devouring longing for more. You had found that melancholy, sorrow, and misery were. 

“Well, brother,” you said. To your surprise, you meant it. “And you?”

He chuckled tiredly, releasing your hands to lead you towards the stairs. “Mostly well, until last week,” he said, his tone souring. “It is why I—” He stopped abruptly. You bumped into his back with a huff. “Where have you been?”

You looked past his shoulder to see a figure standing on the landing, staring down Theodore with dark eyes and an even darker scowl. “In the garden,” she said dismissively, and your eyes widened as you realized that the woman clad in the deepest possible shade of black was your sister.

“Lizzie?” you asked incredulously, earning only a nod in greeting.

Her straight black hair hung loosely over her shoulders. It was disheveled as if she had run her hands through it repeatedly, and you blinked away the memory of her excitedly thrusting ribbons into your hands, pleading with you to braid it. 

You could hardly reconcile the image of the bright and adventurous young woman you had kept in your mind all this time with her dark and brooding self you now saw before you.

She had changed so much since you had left her behind on that porch with tears in her eyes, begging you not to go. It had been so long since she had replied to your letters.

“Why do you look like you came from a seance?” you blurted out, at a loss of what else to say.

Her mouth twitched into a minuscule smile. “You have been gone for too long, Picasso,” she said, the barest hint of amusement seeping into her monotonous voice as she looked you up and down. “Seances are on Thursdays. Welcome to London.”

“Elisabeth!” your brother said sternly, raising his index finger in warning. It did not have the desired effect. Elisabeth snorted at his attempt to scold her. “I better not find any residue of your activities in the garden again. You know how frowned upon—” 

“I know, Theodore,” she interrupted him, sauntering towards the library nonchalantly and leaving you both standing at the top of the stairs. “I cleaned up. Believe me, I’m the last of your worries right now.” It sounded more like an ominous warning than a reassurance. She disappeared behind the door. The lock snapped into place, the sound echoing loudly in the empty hall.

Theodore sighed. “She spends too much time with these books,” he said, shaking his head. He gestured towards the study, opening the door for you. 

It had not changed much from how you remembered it. One wall was taken up by an enormous bookshelf, nearly overflowing with thick volumes. The dark wood of the desk before the window had lost some of its shine, and the papers thrown haphazardly on its surface were in a disarray that your father would have despised. 

“Have you taken over the study?” you asked, sitting in the armchair opposite the settee and nodding towards the desk. 

He gulped, his hands suddenly unsteady as he passed you the tea. 

“Theodore?”

The sound of the fragile porcelain pieces scratching against each other made you frown. You eyed his shaking hands, wondering what you had said to upset him this much. 

He quickly set the cup on the table between you before he spilled his tea. “Not by choice,” he whispered, keeping his eyes fixed on the tea. “I asked you to come back because I need your help. Our parents—” he hesitated, gaze flickering up to meet yours before anxiously darting across the room. “They are gone.”

“Gone?” you asked, not understanding the gravity of the situation. “Gone where?”

Theodore threw up his hands in frustration, leaping from his chair to pace around restlessly. “Just gone!” he exclaimed, wincing at his volume and looking around anxiously. This was driving him up the walls, turning him into a nervous wreck. “They left with— they left. I don’t know why. I don’t know where.”

You set down your tea, taking in this piece of news. Despite their brutish dominance over the household, both your parents were very mindful of the family’s standing in society. It was unheard of for them to disappear without a word. It would lead your reputation to ruin.

“What happened?” you asked. This made no sense at all.

“I have no idea,” Theodore said, sinking back into the settee and burying his face in his hands. “They just left.” 

He straightened a moment later, clearing his throat and retrieving his tea. You saw the shift in him, the facade he put up to appear in control of a situation that overwhelmed him completely. 

The neverending game of pretend he played was brought on by his misguided sense of duty. To his eyes, being the oldest meant carrying all the responsibilities, shielding you and your sister as much as possible to take care of things himself. He wanted to be perfect. He needed to meet the expectations your parents pushed onto him relentlessly to earn his place and justify the life he had. 

Theodore was always scrambling to obey, never stepping out of line for fear of falling from grace — and seeing him now slowly crumble and cave under the pressure thrust upon him made your heart ache.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, indeed.

You leaned back, closing your eyes and wishing for a moment you had chosen to remain in selfish and blissful ignorance in the city of your dreams, with paint staining your fingers and indulging in the pleasure of being the second-born to its fullest extent.

“Does it matter why?” Elisabeth asked from the doorway, making both you and Theodore jump. Neither of you had noticed her walk up, her footsteps as quiet as a ghost’s. “They were never pleasant to have around, and we are better off without them. Theodore can manage the estate on his own. You have your life in Paris. What are we worrying about?”

You turned to look at her, holding her impassive gaze as you wondered when she had gotten so frigid. “They are our parents,” you said. While a part of you resented them, you still wondered what had become of them and why they had suddenly decided to disappear without a trace. It was hard to imagine that Elisabeth did not care about them at all.

She scoffed, flopping down next to your brother on the settee. Leaning forward, she stared at you intently as if trying to catch you out in a lie. She had gotten cold. You suppressed a shudder. Was this resentment she harbored towards you the reason she stopped replying to your letters?

“Oh please,” she said, an unfamiliar fire burning in her eyes that made you wonder if you were wrong about your assumption of her again. 

Perhaps she really did not care. 

“Mother threatened to disown you in as many words every time you talked, or have you forgotten that? ‘Stop wasting your time with frivolous things!’ or whatever it was she spewed when she caught you painting. You might as well have died when you left. It would not have made a difference to them. What’s there to miss?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing she was right. The harsh look in their eyes when you said goodbye that day and the sneer of your father — “Don’t bother returning” — was a memory you had tried to bury long ago. 

Their disappearance was peculiar nonetheless. You tried to think up reasons that could have led them to finally snap, inspiring them to turn their back on their comfortable lives in London. Was it the longing for something exciting? Was it the haunting feeling of the city’s long nights? 

Did their circles of friends not entertain them enough anymore? Did they grow sick of your brother’s desperation in tryingto please their unattainable expectations? Could they no longer stand the sight of your sister’s dark eyes glaring at them when she returned from speaking with the dead?

Had they decided to abandon your siblings to live selfishly somewhere far away where nobody knew them, and they were free to do as they pleased under the secure protection of their anonymity?

Had they picked up a canvas on their way to call themselves artists?

The parallels made you sick. You averted your gaze, ashamed at the understanding that a part of you had for them.

“That’s not the issue,” Theodore said, running his hand through his hair. His golden locks were in disarray, and he rubbed his temples tiredly as if to ward off a headache. “I couldn't care less about where they went. Elisabeth is right. There is nothing to miss. The problem is how it makes us look. It would jeopardize our standing if word got out that they just left. It is unheard of!”

You nodded, swallowing your guilt to focus on the problem at hand. “We need an excuse for their absence,” you said, picking up your tea to take a sip. You needed to think up a plausible reason.

“And one for their deaths,” Elisabeth added, deep in thought. Her nonchalance about never seeing them again had you in awe. 

You had made your peace with not having them in your life anymore when you left. There was only so much of a relationship you could maintain with people who seemed to despise every day you spent pursuing your dream. They had not bothered to reply to your letters — you doubted they read them at all — but you knew throughout your absence that they were well in London. Your brother had written occasionally, keeping you in the loop of family happenings that you acknowledged but did not particularly care about. 

It was enough to know they lived in safety, far away from you. This novelty of being uncertain if they were even still alive felt different. You hated not knowing what had happened.

“Simple,” Theodore said, taking a sip of his tea. He nodded to himself, reviewing the story he had constructed in his mind and making sure it made sense.

You raised your eyebrow. Elisabeth scoffed, waiting for him to continue. Nothing about this seemed easy in the slightest.

“They embarked on a trip to Greece. Mother always wanted to go. They visited Athens. They insisted on visiting Crete and got killed in one of the uprisings. We tell everyone they decided to travel on a whim — or because of father’s deteriorating health. He had been complaining of an ache in his bones, yes, Elisabeth? — and apologize profusely for them not saying their proper goodbyes.”

Elisabeth laughed at that, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms. “That is so absurd it might actually work,” she said in amusement. 

“On some later date, we will feign to receive a letter from local authorities informing us of their deaths. We will act shocked, lower their coffins into the ground symbolically,” Theodore continued, waving his hand in the air as if burying his parents was nothing but an inconvenience, “and save face in society as the poor orphans who are lucky enough to be endowed with estate, land, and property. That will be the end of this, and we can continue as if nothing happened.”

“Good thing Picasso’s return will keep the drawing rooms gossiping and marveling for at least a week,” your sister said, satisfied with the plan. “Nobody will think to question it.”

You stared at the rich brown of the coffee table, trying to find any fatal flaw in the made-up story. “What if they come back?” you muttered. “As far as we know, they are not dead. They could come back.”

A tense silence passed between you.

Theodore looked to the ground, opening his mouth to speak. Elisabeth beat him to it. “We kill them,” she said monotonously, her face devoid of any emotion other than fierce determination. You choked on your tea. She was deadly serious. 

He blanched. “That— that will not be necessary,” he stuttered. “They are gone for good, trust me.”

“How do you—?” 

“Just trust me, Elisabeth!” he snapped. 

She raised her hands in mock surrender, glancing at him as if she suspected something. 

“Apologies, I— It’s a lot right now,” he sighed, setting down his cup of tea. He winced, hissing in pain and touching his forehead. “I’m fine,” he said when he caught your concerned stare and rose from his seat. “We are invited to the Alderton’s soiree in approximately” — he pulled out his silver pocket watch — “twenty minutes. I suggest we get ready.”

Elisabeth hummed, making a show of dusting off her dress as she rose as well. “As much as you know I love soirees, brother,” she said sarcastically, earning a low groan from Theodore, “I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. You two have fun making the Lords and Ladies” — she bowed mockingly — “believe our little story. I have a prior engagement this evening.”

“What could possibly be more important than saving us from ruin?” he asked pointedly, silently resigned to going without her. The last time she had accepted such an invitation must have been years ago.

“Things beyond your comprehension,” she said darkly, her eyes glistening with passion. “Also,” she added, disappearing behind the door to retreat to the library, “I am waiting for a delivery. Good luck.” 

Theodore sighed, gripping the back of the settee and allowing himself a moment to breathe. He lowered his head until his forehead rested against his hands.

You placed a hand on his back, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Since when has she been like that?” you asked. 

He raised his head slowly, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. “Later,” he said tiredly, straightening again. “We should not be late. I will call for the carriage.”

It was only when you were sitting on the barely comfortable cushions of the carriage that brought you ever closer to the Alderton’s estate, that you realized there was still dried paint under your fingernails. 

It was the light blue you had used for the sky on the canvas half-finished and now surely gathering dust in your studio. 

“Elisabeth has taken to the occult lately,” Theodore said, smoothing down his black vest and trying to fix his crooked bowtie. 

You batted his hands away, loosening the knot and retying it neatly. “So she said. What was that about seances?”

He sighed, shrugging. “I have no idea, honestly,” he said, breaking into a fond smile as you brushed a bit of dust from his tailcoat. “Thank you.” He tilted his head to look out impatiently before glancing at his pocket watch. He nodded, satisfied that you would arrive on time. “She told me something about a failed ritual during dinner a few days ago. I did not dare inquire further, but it devastated her. She locked herself in the library for days after that.”

“I see,” you said hesitatingly. Your confusion at your sister's peculiar interest was overshadowed by concern for her.

What was she trying to summon? Why did it mean so much to her? 

Theodore winced again, his expression twisting into one of pain. 

“How is your headache?” you asked, wishing you could do something to relieve his pain.

Your fingers twitched. You wanted to run them through his hair soothingly like you used to. He had always been susceptible to headaches when the stress crashed over him like a wave, pulling him under until he drowned in it.

“We can turn around. Or drop me off,” you said, “I will take care of tonight. You should rest, Theo.”

He shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said, giving you a small smile. “I can manage, don’t worry. I've had worse.”

You searched his gaze but chose not to argue. “Alright,” you sighed. Leaning back, you waited for the estate to come into view. “What has society been like recently? Is there any news I should mind?”

“Well,” Theodore said, trying to be cheerful, “Lady Bingley recently took a liking to theater, and she won’t shut up once she starts talking about the stage. Lady Fairhurst has taken a lover in Piccadilly, much to her wife’s indifference. Still, she gets irrationally defensive when the street is mentioned, including its shops. It’s quite funny, but her aggressive defense turns the conversation very draining. Lord Houghton is as obnoxious as ever. He made investments in China and is urginganyone who will listen to do the same.”

“I heard the Qing Dynasty has become unstable,” you mused, brushing down your clothes as the light of the manor came into view. “The Chinese population has grown tired of Western meddling, I have been told. It seems only a matter of time until they fight back. The missionaries are especially unpopular.”

“Do not tell him that,” your brother chuckled. 

The carriage came to a halt in front of the manor. His hand shot out, hovering over the door handle. 

“Remember our plan,” he added, looking at you one last time with a smile that almost seemed genuine, “and don’t let all the praise for your art go to your head.”

Annotations // I. The Symposium

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Hideaway House is a minimalist home located in London, United Kingdom, designed by Studio McW. Studio McW was tasked with rethinking the property’s arrangement to maximize floor space efficiency on the tight urban plot. The renovation aimed to increase usable space and drew design inspiration from Philip Johnson’s wood-panelled Four Seasons Restaurant in New York, the Barragan House in Mexico City, and modernist architecture’s clean lines.

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Dros' story

Hey guppies, I have got a new Fish food to feed you! And please if you have any comment, questions, or requests I am happy to answer!

Anyway enjoy my first chapter of my new story, and please help me come up with a name for it.

Hey, my names Dros and I know I am a robot and have an incredibly good-looking face, Not. It's a long and painful story that did not make me a hero or a villain, so I basically spit in that common and overused tropes face. Right now I am practicing with my band, Us drum players don't get enough love. As luck would have it, we have a show tomorrow, and we keep getting more and more people to play too, I guess in Gotham the word goes around fast. I am happy, of course, but I have to hide myself. Let's get real, we all hide our true face anyway, so what difference does it make? And thank the killable God that am an atheist and that they think my face is just some cool mask I made myself. Anyway, back to the jam session that I am killing it in right now. And now the songs over, great. “Looks like it's late”, the basic metal lead guitar and singer said…. Just kidding, his name is Fluffy,” let's pack it up for today.” And so, like the nice person I am, I helped clean up and packed my shit up. I said my goodbyes to my guys, girls, and nonbinary sibling in arms. I walked with them to the door, but since I live where we practice, so I don't go any farther.  The studio is owned by me. I am one of the last radio hosts in Gotham, but since it pays like ass, I hack and do IT on the side. The studio has two floors, downstairs is where the magic happens, and upstairs is where the studio room and radio equipment are. Neon lights are in every room and light everything in my domain but the bathroom, I don't use the bathroom, so what's the point? It's hard wood downstairs and carpet upstairs to lessen noise from footsteps while on air. I live in Gotham, so you bet your pale flat ass I got cameras in every corner of this place.

The last person leaves and I sigh in relief. I got to go shopping because I need a new charger and cat food for the strays outside. I get my bag and grabbed cheese and cringe skate board and ride my way to my fav convince store. The air is warm from the energy from the building and the sky is black, but the city lights keep everything alive. As I am getting closer, I see something move in the alleyway next to me. And like the white hoodie wearing robot I am, I go to check it out. Is that the red helmet fucker? He just parked his motorcycle and immediately started to climb that building to my left, without looking over to see my dumbass. The big shit didn't see me. That fucker broke my old stake board that was fresh as fuck. The red helmet fucker threw it at some purse snatcher instead of getting off his lazy as and catching him. My poor baby was broke in two! Suddenly a light bulb showed itself on my screen. You know what, I think I have some spray paint in my bag. Am going to tag his shit. I take my spray can out and began to work my magic. When am done, I put a clear coat on that shit and a finish coat. Good luck fucker, that shit is staying on. Well now that's done, I feel better. My child has been revenged. I then got on my cringe stake board and dipped. I made my way to Miss Jar’s store and walked in.” Dros, you better wipe your damn feet.” Miss Jar yelled from behind the counter.” Hello to you, too.” I said back.” have you been eating?” Miss Jar asked me.” yes, and thank you for caring.” I answered. “ Well someone has to, lord knows you don't.” she quipped back. “ I just need two things then am gone, and look the doors on my way out. I saw one of those mask wearing heroes on my way here.” I knew where everything was, so this would be quick. Furthermore, I got my shit and left after saying goodbye to my wannabe grand mama.  On my way home, I noticed the red helmet guy's bike was gone. I went inside and called it a night. 

  Then I woke up the next morning and bid my morning routine.” Man, I want coffee.” and because I am a slut for the shit, that's exactly I did. I got my shit to together and went to the closest and best coffee shop in town, Merry Ants. As I rode into the shop, I noticed the sad look on Marry’s face. “ Hey, what's wrong?” I asked the young woman. “ Dros! It's nice to see you. I am sorry but, … today is the last day that we are in business. That means this is the last time you can get coffee here,” Ant said with a sad smile on her face.” what? That's so sad! I love you guys!” I complained, displaying and frowny face on my screen. “ Well, here is your usual. Enjoy”, she told me. I grab my coffee and left. Just as I turned the corner, THE FUCKING BATMAN shoves me and spills my coffee all over my white hoodie. I have a show in a couple of hours. That was Ant’s coffee too :( .

It's okay, I will just get another one. I walked back to Merry Ant’s. “ Hey, marry? Am back! Some asshole spilled my coffee all over me.” I said, walking in to get another coffee. “ Am sorry there is no more coffee, after that superhero crashed into my store. I gave you the last thing we had.” she said.” What! That's why you have to close?” I asked. “ Yea, I don't have the money for new supplies or to fix the damage, and since I still owed payments on the building so the people I bought it off of want all the money owed up front…. Am sorry, am rambling.” she looked like she was about to cry. Oh no, I get stressed out when people cry. What the hell do I do? Am too anti-social for this! “It's okay, am a friend and that's what friends are for.” I said trying to pass this charisma skill check. “ Your hoodie! I can fix it for your show!” she stated wide-eyed. “ You really don't have too but please?” I asked, “It's easy, but it's a family secret I got from my mom!” she said to me. I pulled my hoodie off and gave it to her. She took it to the back and when she came back my hoodie was whiter than ever! “ Thank you so much and you're the best!” I said as I pulled on my hoodie and walked out the door. I made my way to miss jar’s store to get “breakfast” or at least that's what I tell her, but I really just want to talk. She is like a grandmother to me. She makes me behave. “ Good morning” I yelled at her.” I may be old, but I can still hear just fine, did you hear about Ants? Let me tell you! Someone's got to show those superheros and villains that us common folk will make them pay for the destruction and lives they ruin.” Miss Jar yells at me, but I don't take it to heart, she is old and going deaf.

But maybe she is right. Maybe it’s time for someone to make a none violent move movement to help the world.

[umarhussain11]

Gym Flooring Dubai: The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Best Flooring for Your Fitness Space

Dubai is a city that embraces fitness and wellness, with gyms and fitness centers found in every corner. Whether you are setting up a commercial gym, a home workout space, or a specialized fitness studio, one essential element that requires careful consideration is gym flooring Dubai. The right flooring not only enhances safety and comfort but also improves durability and performance. In this guide, we explore the best gym flooring options in Dubai and what makes them ideal for different workout environments.

Why is Gym Flooring Important?

Investing in high-quality gym flooring in Dubai is crucial for several reasons:

Shock Absorption: Gym flooring provides cushioning to reduce the impact on joints and muscles, preventing injuries.

Durability: High-quality flooring withstands heavy weights, frequent movement, and intense workouts.

Noise Reduction: Gym floors absorb sound and vibration, creating a quieter and more comfortable workout environment.

Safety: Slip-resistant surfaces help prevent accidents, ensuring a safe fitness space.

Aesthetic Appeal: Modern gym flooring options add a stylish and professional look to the fitness area.

Types of Gym Flooring Dubai

Dubai offers a wide range of gym flooring solutions to suit different workout needs and budgets. Here are some of the most popular options:

Rubber Gym Flooring

One of the most common choices for gym flooring, rubber is known for its durability and versatility. It comes in different forms:

Rubber Rolls: Ideal for large gyms and weightlifting areas, offering seamless coverage and durability.

Rubber Tiles: Easy to install and replace, perfect for both commercial and home gyms.

Interlocking Mats: Provide excellent shock absorption and are simple to install without adhesives.

Foam Flooring

Foam gym flooring is a budget-friendly and lightweight option, often used for yoga, pilates, and martial arts studios. It provides comfort but is not suitable for heavyweights and high-impact exercises.

PVC and Vinyl Flooring

For a stylish and easy-to-maintain option, many gym owners in Dubai prefer PVC and vinyl flooring. It is resistant to moisture, easy to clean, and available in various designs.

Artificial Turf

Artificial turf is gaining popularity in functional training areas, CrossFit gyms, and outdoor workout spaces. It offers a natural feel and is perfect for sled pushes, agility drills, and dynamic movements.

Wooden Flooring

For dance studios, aerobics, and multipurpose fitness areas, wooden flooring is a classic choice. It provides a professional look while ensuring smooth movement for activities like Zumba and ballet.

Choosing the Right Gym Flooring Dubai

When selecting the best flooring for your gym, consider the following factors:

Type of Exercise: Different workouts require different levels of shock absorption and grip.

Space and Installation: Choose flooring that fits your gym’s layout and is easy to install.

Budget: High-quality flooring is an investment, but there are cost-effective options available.

Maintenance: Opt for flooring that is easy to clean and maintain.

Where to Buy Gym Flooring Dubai?

Dubai has several suppliers and manufacturers specializing in gym flooring. Whether you need customized solutions or ready-to-install options, you can find a variety of choices to suit your needs.

Final Thoughts

Investing in the right gym flooring Dubai enhances safety, comfort, and performance. Whether you opt for rubber, foam, PVC, artificial turf, or wood, ensure that your choice aligns with your fitness goals and space requirements. Choose wisely, and create a gym environment that supports your workout journey effectively.

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Creating the Perfect Balance: Classic and Modern Balcony Design Tips

In the vibrant city of Bangalore, where outdoor spaces are a luxury, balconies serve as vital extensions of the home—a serene spot for relaxation, entertainment, or simply enjoying the fresh air. Whether you live in a cozy apartment or a sprawling villa, an intelligently designed balcony can transform into a private haven. Today’s balcony design trends lean towards the beautiful fusion of traditional and modern elements, blending cultural richness with contemporary style. At WeDezine Studio, we specialize in this artful balance, creating balcony spaces that are stylish, functional, and reflective of your unique personality. Here’s how you can achieve this blend and elevate your balcony into a sophisticated retreat.

1. Material Mix: Stone Meets Metal for Timeless Appeal

Traditional Indian materials like stone, wood, and terracotta are making a grand comeback in balcony designs, thanks to their rustic charm and natural beauty. To modernize the space, pair these with sleek, contemporary materials like metal or glass. For instance, opt for stone or terracotta flooring to ground your balcony in traditional warmth, while complementing it with minimalist metal railings or glass partitions for an airy, modern look. This contrast of raw, organic materials with smooth, sleek finishes creates a space that’s both grounded and cutting-edge.

2. Furniture Fusion: Classic Forms with Modern Comfort

Balcony furniture is the perfect opportunity to blend tradition and modernity. Imagine cane chairs, intricately carved wooden swings, or low diwans—hallmarks of Indian design—updated with contemporary upholstery in bold colors or subtle neutrals. A traditional jhoola (swing) can be paired with a modern side table or minimalist planter stands, offering a perfect mix of old-world charm and new-age functionality. This combination ensures your balcony not only looks stylish but feels inviting and comfortable.

3. Greenery that Bridges the Gap Between Old and New

No balcony is complete without plants, and they are central to bridging the gap between traditional and modern design elements. Incorporate traditional clay pots, brass planters, or terracotta urns alongside sleek metal or ceramic planters. You could also introduce vertical gardens or hanging planters, which offer a modern, space-saving solution without compromising on the natural beauty that plants bring. This layering of greenery in both traditional and modern containers creates a lush, dynamic look.

4. Lighting with Character: Old-World Charm Meets Modern Tech

Lighting is an essential element in balcony design, especially for creating ambiance during the evenings. Traditional Indian lanterns, brass lamps, or hanging diyas can add a touch of ethnic charm, while modern LED strip lights, recessed lighting, or sleek floor lamps introduce a contemporary edge. Consider integrating smart lighting systems, where you can adjust brightness and color tones with a touch of a button. This blend of vintage warmth and modern convenience creates a beautifully lit space that feels both intimate and sophisticated.

5. Textile Stories: Heritage Weaves and Contemporary Styles

Textiles can instantly elevate the mood of your balcony. Consider incorporating handwoven rugs, block-printed cushions, or dhurries that celebrate India’s rich textile heritage. Pair these with modern, weather-resistant outdoor fabrics in solid colors or geometric prints for a balanced look. Combining traditional Indian weaves and patterns with clean, contemporary lines in your textiles can make your balcony feel chic and cozy at the same time.

6. Accent Décor: Where Tradition Meets Minimalism

Décor elements can make or break a space, and balconies are no exception. For a balanced aesthetic, consider using brass statues, traditional pottery, or carved wooden accents, all of which pay homage to India’s rich craft traditions. To keep the space feeling fresh and uncluttered, pair these heritage pieces with minimalist, modern décor like sleek candleholders, abstract sculptures, or geometric planters. This careful selection of décor strikes the perfect balance between heritage and minimalism, ensuring your balcony is both culturally rich and visually clean.

7. Artistic Flair: Traditional Indian Art in a Modern Context

Another growing trend in balcony interior design is incorporating traditional Indian art forms, such as Madhubani paintings, Warli art, or Pichwai artwork. These timeless art styles can be introduced through murals, framed prints, or even hand-painted pots. Against a modern, minimalist backdrop, these art pieces serve as striking focal points, adding depth and cultural significance to the space without overwhelming it.

8. Seamless Indoor-Outdoor Connection: A Modern Must-Have

A hallmark of modern design is the seamless transition between indoor and outdoor spaces. Achieve this by opting for sliding glass doors or floor-to-ceiling windows, which create a visual flow from your living room to your balcony. Extend the same flooring or color palette from the indoors to the outdoors to create a sense of continuity. This fluid connection not only enhances the overall aesthetic but also makes your balcony feel like an extension of your living space, offering the perfect blend of modern design philosophy with traditional indoor-outdoor living.

9. Privacy with Style: Traditional Jalis with a Modern Twist

For those who value privacy in their balconies, jalis (intricately carved screens) offer both beauty and functionality. Traditionally seen in Indian architecture, these screens can now be reimagined with modern materials like laser-cut metal or acrylic. Not only do they offer privacy, but they also cast stunning light and shadow patterns, creating a visually dynamic play of light that brings an artistic element to your space.

10. Sustainability Meets Tradition: Eco-Friendly Balcony Design

Modern design trends emphasize sustainability, and this can easily be integrated with traditional Indian elements. Use recycled wood for furniture, upcycled décor, and eco-friendly paints to create a space that is both environmentally responsible and aesthetically pleasing. Traditional Indian handicrafts, such as handwoven baskets, ceramic pots, or bamboo planters, further enhance the eco-friendly vibe, resulting in a balcony design that feels timeless yet forward-thinking in its environmental impact.

Conclusion: The Perfect Fusion of Tradition and Modernity

Your balcony is not just an extension of your home; it’s an expression of your personal style. By blending traditional Indian design elements with modern aesthetics, you can create a space that is uniquely yours—rooted in cultural heritage while embracing the sleek sophistication of contemporary design. At WeDezine Studio, we excel in curating personalized balcony interiors that harmoniously balance the old with the new, ensuring that your outdoor space is a sanctuary of style, comfort, and functionality.

Whether you’re dreaming of a peaceful retreat or a stylish outdoor lounge, embracing this fusion of tradition and modernity can transform your balcony into a space of elegance and relaxation. Let WeDezine Studio guide you in crafting a balcony that reflects your unique taste, blending the timeless beauty of tradition with the clean lines of modern design, all tailored to your lifestyle.

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Revolutionizing Interiors: The Future of Space-Saving Beds by WeDezine Studio

In today’s fast-paced urban living, efficient use of space has become more critical than ever, especially in bustling cities like Shivamogga. At WeDezine Studio, a leading interior design company in Shivamogga, we understand that modern homeowners crave furniture that not only complements their style but also serves multiple functions. Enter the revolutionary concept of space-saving beds—where smart design meets aesthetic brilliance.

The Evolution of Space-Saving Beds

As the landscape of home decor evolves, traditional furniture is being replaced by innovative designs that make every inch of space count. Large, bulky beds are no longer practical in compact living spaces, paving the way for the rise of multi-functional and space-efficient sleeping solutions. Space-saving beds have undergone a dramatic transformation in recent years, offering a range of styles to suit the unique needs of every homeowner.

Some of the most popular and effective designs include:

Murphy Beds: These iconic fold-up beds, also known as wall beds, cleverly disappear into a sleek unit when not in use. Ideal for small apartments or dual-purpose rooms, Murphy beds free up floor space without sacrificing comfort or style.

Loft Beds: Perfect for kids’ rooms or trendy studio apartments, loft beds elevate the sleeping area, leaving ample space underneath for a desk, seating, or additional storage. This design is especially attractive for those wanting a chic, modern look while optimizing their living space.

Storage Beds: Featuring built-in drawers or hidden compartments, storage beds are the ultimate solution for keeping your bedroom organized and clutter-free. This smart design allows for storing everything from bedding to clothing, making it a perfect option for smaller spaces.

Folding Beds: Designed for versatility, folding beds can be effortlessly set up or tucked away when not needed. They are ideal for guest rooms or multi-functional areas, allowing you to accommodate visitors without permanently dedicating space to a traditional bed.

Blending Style with Functionality

At WeDezine Studio, we believe that a well-designed space should not only function efficiently but also reflect the homeowner’s personal style. With our expertise, we help you seamlessly integrate space-saving beds into your home’s overall design aesthetic. Here’s how we approach this balance of style and utility:

Customized Finishes: Whether you prefer a sleek, modern look or a more rustic, cozy feel, our space-saving beds come in a variety of finishes to match your home's design. Choose from clean whites, earthy wood tones, or distressed finishes to create the perfect blend of form and function.

Smart Styling Accessories: Add a personal touch to your space-saving bed with stylish linens, pillows, and throws. These easy-to-swap accessories allow you to refresh your look seasonally or as trends evolve, ensuring your space stays current and inviting.

Integrated Lighting: To maximize both the aesthetic and practical appeal of your space, we recommend adding integrated lighting features like LED strips under loft beds or sleek wall sconces beside Murphy beds. This not only adds a warm, cozy ambiance but also increases the functionality of your bedroom space.

Practical Benefits of Space-Saving Beds

Beyond their stylish appearance, space-saving beds offer several practical advantages that make them an excellent investment for any home:

Maximized Floor Space: Freeing up valuable floor space means you can add extra seating, create a home office, or simply enjoy a more open and airy room.

Versatility for Multi-Purpose Spaces: Whether you need a home office that transforms into a guest room or a living area that serves multiple functions, space-saving beds offer unparalleled versatility, making them ideal for modern urban homes where space is often at a premium.

Enhanced Organization: Built-in storage features help keep your space neat and organized, eliminating clutter and creating a calming, peaceful environment that promotes better relaxation and productivity.

Transform Your Space with WeDezine Studio

As Shivamogga’s premier interior design studio, WeDezine Studio is at the forefront of providing innovative solutions to make your living space more functional, stylish, and personalized. Our experienced designers specialize in crafting bespoke interiors that perfectly balance form and function, ensuring your home reflects your unique taste while maximizing its potential.

Whether you're redesigning a compact bedroom, a studio apartment, or simply want to make the most of your living space, our space-saving bed solutions are designed to bring comfort, convenience, and elegance into your home.

Ready to Reimagine Your Space?

At WeDezine Studio, we’re passionate about creating interiors that go beyond aesthetics to deliver real, practical value. Discover the transformative power of space-saving beds and elevate your home’s style and functionality. Contact us today to schedule a consultation, and let’s start designing the space of your dreams—where every inch is beautifully optimized.

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Space-Saving Solutions: Unveiling the Pros and Cons of Wall Beds in Dubai

Dubai, a city renowned for its towering skyscrapers and luxury living, often presents a challenge: maximizing limited space. While apartments boast stunning views and modern amenities, they can sometimes feel cramped. Enter the Wall Bed Dubai, a revolutionary solution that offers a seamless blend of functionality and aesthetic appeal. But are these space-saving marvels all they're cracked up to be? Let's delve into the advantages and disadvantages of wall beds to help you decide if they're the right fit for your Dubai home.

The Allure of Wall Beds: Unlocking Space and Style

Wall beds, also known as Murphy beds, offer a unique solution to cramped living spaces. By integrating into the wall, they transform seamlessly from a comfortable bed to a sleek, space-saving panel during the day. This versatility makes them ideal for studios, small apartments, and even guest rooms that need to double as home offices or entertainment areas.

The Advantages:

Maximizing Space: The most prominent advantage of wall beds is their ability to reclaim valuable floor space. This is especially beneficial in Dubai, where apartments can be compact and demand a multi-functional approach to living. By folding away during the day, wall beds create a sense of spaciousness, allowing you to utilize the room for other activities.

Style and Functionality: Wall beds are available in a variety of designs and finishes, allowing you to seamlessly integrate them into your existing decor. From sleek modern styles to traditional wood finishes, there's a wall bed to suit every taste and aesthetic.

Versatility: Wall beds can be customized to fit specific needs. Some models come with built-in storage compartments, allowing you to maximize storage space within the wall bed itself. This is particularly beneficial for The Closet Dubai where space is at a premium.

Guest-Friendly: Wall beds provide a comfortable and private sleeping area for guests, while also maintaining a spacious living area during the day. They are a perfect solution for hosting friends and family without sacrificing valuable living space.

Cost-Effective: While the initial investment in a wall bed might seem higher than a standard bed, it can be cost-effective in the long run. By eliminating the need for additional furniture like a sofa bed, you save on both space and money.

Weighing the Drawbacks: A Realistic Look at Wall Beds

While wall beds offer many advantages, it's essential to consider their potential drawbacks before making a decision:

Installation Complexity: Installing a wall bed requires professional expertise. You might need a contractor to ensure proper installation and avoid potential structural issues.

Cost: While wall beds can be cost-effective in the long run, they are generally more expensive than standard beds.

Limited Storage Space: While some wall beds offer built-in storage, they may not provide as much storage as a dedicated closet or dresser. This is where Closets Unlimited can be invaluable, providing bespoke storage solutions to complement your wall bed.

Maintenance: Wall beds require occasional cleaning and maintenance, especially the mechanisms that allow them to fold and unfold. This can be a bit more complex than maintaining a standard bed frame.

Accessibility: Accessing items stored within the wall bed can be difficult, requiring the bed to be folded down. If you need to access your belongings frequently, a traditional bed with separate storage might be a better option.

The Verdict: Is a Wall Bed Right for You?

The decision to invest in a Wall Bed Dubai comes down to your individual needs and preferences. If you value space efficiency, functionality, and a unique aesthetic, a wall bed can be a transformative addition to your Dubai home. However, if you require extensive storage space or prefer a traditional bed setup, a wall bed might not be the best solution.

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unchained - chapter eight

masterpost read the chapter on ao3

recommended music: The Nearness of You by Norah Jones word count: 3443

GN!MC x Arsenios [demon OC] a/n: Okay, we get to see Arrie's living arrangements! And we have a few tender moments with MC before there's another Caligo appearance! And we get a glimpse of what Arsenios was like before he retired. Caligo brings it out in him lol. Warnings: Nothing that I can think of!

It wasn't far. In fact, you went maybe one whole block before Arsenios stopped. It was hard to see the building in the rain and with the umbrella obscuring your vision. But what you did see of it was more quaint than most of the Gothic style buildings you saw in the Devildom.

This was more of a large house, almost cottage-like in style. It was made of red brick and covered in green vines. It was tall, clearly with multiple floors. You waited for Arsenios to open the thick wooden door.

You found yourself in a sort of entryway. It was empty, but there was a set of stairs and an elevator door. The style was simple - it reminded you of Purgatory Hall.

Arsenios gently pulled his arm out of yours, shook out the umbrella over a thick entrance rug, and turned it back into a little box.

Then he went over to the elevator. You followed, standing beside him as he pressed the button, the two of you waiting in a slightly awkward silence.

When the doors opened, he put an arm out against one of them, waiting for you to enter.

The elevator was quite spacious, but you found yourself standing closer to Arsenios than you perhaps needed to. You were still cold and there was a warmth missing from your arm now.

You went all the way up to the eighth floor, which was also the top floor.

"Do you live in a penthouse?" you asked.

Arsenios laughed. "Nah, this place isn't fancy enough to have a penthouse. Up here we have the studios."

You followed him to a dark red door with the number 44 on it. He took out a black key with fancy scroll work on it. That was the typical style the Devildom was known for.

Arsenios opened the door to his apartment and flipped on a light before standing aside to let you enter.

It was larger than you had expected it to be. The walls were exposed brick, the floor a light grey concrete. The wall directly across from the door where you stood had an enormous window in it - all arches and Gothic lead panes. It commanded your attention at first, the lights of the Devildom city twinkling behind the heavy sheet of rain.

Your eye was drawn to a black grand piano that stood beside the window. There was nothing else around it and it commanded the space there.

Everything was open. To your left was a small kitchen with an island between it and the living area. There you saw a dark teal rug upon which sat a black wood coffee table. It had a glass vase of purple and red roses.

Behind the couch, you saw a dark doorway and a spiral staircase that led up to a loft. You could just barely make out the edges of a bed up there in the shadows.

There was some art, mostly florals. The lights were low and you wondered if they all had dimmers or if Arsenios just always had it this dark.

As you took in all of this, Arsenios closed the door behind you.

You turned to look at him. "This is a nice place," you said. And you meant it. It was clear that Arsenios took care to keep the place clean, but he seemed to have put thought into the decor as well.

"Thanks," he said, putting his guitar case down against the wall. That was when you noticed a lineup of other instruments - almost a whole shelf of them. You spotted a violin, a concertina, a set of bagpipes, and finally your eyes landed on a large standing harp.

Arsenios took the bag out of your hand and placed it on the counter. Then he moved behind you. You were about to turn around when you felt his hands on your shoulders. He was taking your jacket.

You almost protested. You were still a little cold and really you could take off your own jacket. But you were also touched by the gesture, so you shrugged out of it instead.

You turned to see him hang it on a nearby coat rack.

"You really should get yourself one of these little umbrellas," he said, looking past you momentarily at the rain.

"Are you going to tell me why it's pink?" you asked.

Arsenios smiled at you. "I thought you didn't care about that?"

"I don't," you replied. "But you said you'd tell me if I came here and I'm here now, so I expect you to pay up."

He laughed. "You sound like Mammon," he said. "You've been spending too much time at the House of Lamentation. Why don't you sit down? I'll make you some tea."

You sat down at the kitchen counter and watched as Arsenios made a pot of tea.

While he was waiting for the water to boil, he leaned on the counter. His hair spilled over one shoulder, creating a shiny curtain.

"I'm sure you already know that Asmodeus has a good voice," Arsenios said. "And he likes to perform. Sometimes he sings with the band. For a little while, he was really interested in singing on the streets with me. I played the guitar, he sang. We'd draw pretty big crowds because he's so famous. One time we were setting up and it started to rain. Asmo pulled out that umbrella, handed it to me, and then pulled out another one exactly like it but in a different color. Told me to keep the pink one because it didn't match his raincoat."

"Of course he did," you said, laughing. "And you never bothered to get a different one?"

"Why would I?" Arsenios asked. "There's nothing wrong with that pink one. It works great. I don't care about the color of it."

"Really? The bows don't bother you either?" you asked, smiling.

"Nah," Arsenios said. He turned back to the water and began to pour it into two mugs. "It keeps me dry, that's all I care about. Plus, a friend gave it to me. It'd be rude not to use it."

"I didn't realize you and Asmo were that close," you said. And it was true. Asmo had definitely given you the idea that he was friends with Arsenios, but you didn't know he used to sing in the streets with him.

"Asmo is one of those demons who's friends with everybody," Arsenios said. "And if he wants you to do something with him, well… he can be pretty persuasive."

Arsenios turned away for a moment and grabbed a fancy bottle off a kitchen shelf. He uncorked the top and held it above the mugs, raising his eyebrows at you. "Demonus in your tea?"

You shook your head. "Demonus has no effect on humans. You know that, right?"

Arsenios shrugged, pouring some of the Demonus into one mug and handing the other one to you. "Sure. But I figured I'd offer anyway, just in case."

You sipped your tea and watched as he did the same.

Arsenios looked past you at the rain. "It's really coming down. Are you sure you don't want to just teleport home? It might be a while."

You took out your D.D.D. and sent a text to the House of Lamentation group chat stating that you would be later than you had anticipated due to the rain. You told them that you were okay and that they didn't need to worry.

"It's fine," you said. "I wanted to talk to you anyway."

You were expecting Arsenios to be surprised, but instead his expression became grim. "You want to know about Caligo."

You shrugged. "Don't you think I deserve to know? He tried to kill me."

Arsenios considered you for a long moment. You held his gaze steadily, not flinching even as he seemed to be looking into your soul, searching for something. What would he even find there?

Eventually he shook his head and turned away from you, taking a long slow drink from his mug of spiked tea.

"Maybe you do deserve to know," he said.

"Then why won't you tell me?" you asked. The warmth of the tea was spreading through you, your hands clasped firmly around the mug, and you were starting to feel more relaxed.

Aresnios looked down at the mug in his hands. "I don't think I can."

The implication of this statement hit you like a ton of bricks.

Arsenios wasn't telling you anything not because he thought you would judge him or because he thought you shouldn't know. He wasn't telling you anything because it hurt too much.

You suddenly felt very guilty. Of course you were likely asking him to relive some painful part of his past, something he no longer wanted to think about. Did it really matter in the end?

Caligo had tried to kill you, but failed. Arsenios saved you. Did you need to know what happened between them?

You set down your mug and slipped off the chair. You went around the island to stand in front of Arsenios. You took the mug from his hands and set it on the counter. He looked at you in surprise, but he didn't resist, letting you take the mostly empty mug from him.

Then you hugged him. You pulled him into you, pressed your cheek against him, gave him some of your warmth.

Arsenios stiffened at first. He seemed to be confused by this gesture for a moment before he melted in your arms. You felt him squeeze you slightly and somehow there was a desperation in his limbs, an ache that seemed to transfer to you through his touch. But it was brief. He relaxed his grip again and that feeling was gone. He didn't let go, though, and you stood like that for some moments.

"I'm sorry," you said softly into his shirt. "I didn't mean to pry. I wasn't trying to hurt you."

Arsenios sighed, his breath ruffling your hair. "I know. You have nothing to be sorry about, MC."

You didn't move, not wanting to leave the warmth of his embrace. You breathed in the scent of him - it was all soft jasmine and sandalwood, with a hint of the Demonus that was in his tea.

You moved back just enough to look at him, taking in the way his eyes seemed full of some past pain that clearly still had a hold on him. There was something deep there, something he didn't want to relive, yes, but you thought perhaps it was also something he was afraid to confront. You remembered what he said at the dance, about sitting in the rain. That it was better to let things stay obscured.

And when he looked at you, he saw no remnants of that painful past. You were someone completely removed from that history. No wonder he didn't want to tell you.

Although he had only put a small amount of Demonus in his tea, you were seeing how his inhibitions were lowered. He wasn't drunk, not even tipsy, but he was relaxed in a way he had never been in your presence before. His expression seemed to open, a softness entering his gaze that eased the pain in it. You could see something else now, too, and the glimmer of desire you saw made your gut flutter.

"MC," he said, his voice all hushed intimacy. "I really want to kiss you."

Your mind tried to fill itself with the possible consequences, but your body reacted before you could even begin to make sense of them.

You put a hand on his chest. You blushed as your fingers felt the hard metal of a barbell through the soft fabric of his shirt. You leaned in and caught his lips, your mouth already opening against his.

Arsenios responded immediately, his arms tightening around you, his teeth gently pulling on your bottom lip, making you open your mouth even more.

It wasn't a simple kiss. It was hot and heavy from the start, filled with the emotions that had already been bubbling between you. Your mind seemed to flood with melodies and if your mouth wasn't already occupied, you thought you might have burst into song.

Arsenios pulled away from you, suddenly leaving you feeling bereft and cold. He stepped back, but took your hands in his as he closed his eyes and caught his breath.

Then he looked at you again, but you couldn't process what you were seeing.

"I'm sorry," he said, his brow furrowed. "I got too carried away."

You blinked, a little confused. "Don't be sorry," you said. "I'm not."

Arsenios's eyes widened a little and then he smiled. It completely transformed his face and his expression was full of sweetness. He took a step toward you and put a hand on your cheek. "In that case, you should come back sometime… you know, for tea. But it's stopped raining now. So let me take you home."

You glanced at the window and saw that he was right - it had stopped raining. You sighed, somehow knowing that it would be best to return to the House of Lamentation before any of the brothers missed you too much.

Arsenios walked you all the way home, his presence beside you unconcerned. He didn't seem nervous or awkward at all. You probably could have held his hand if you had wanted to, but you weren't sure how you felt about everything that had happened, so you refrained.

You paused at the front door to the House of Lamentation and turned to him. "Thanks for letting me stay at your place," you said. "And for walking me home."

Arsenios took the little umbrella box out of his pocket and put it in your hand.

"What? But won't you need it?" you asked.

Arsenios shrugged. "I'll get another one. Apparently it's weird that mine is pink with bows."

You laughed and shook your head, but you smiled at him. "Thanks, Arsenios."

Arsenios smiled back at you. "No problem. And you know, you can call me Arrie if you want. I hope I see you again soon. Take care, MC."

He started walking away.

"Bye, Ars…" you stopped yourself. He was still walking away, so you called out after him. "Bye, Arrie!"

Arsenios turned briefly to smile and wave at you.

-

Although he planned to go straight home, Arsenios didn't make it there until much later.

His mind was focused on you, his feet leading the way without him. He remembered the feel of you in his arms, the press of your lips against his, the hungry heat that had flared between you.

Arsenios was keenly aware of the fact that he had been the one to point out that the rain had stopped. You seemed like you would have been happy to continue kissing him, but he saw it as an opportunity to stop before things got out of hand.

At the same time his stomach fluttered with thoughts of you, his chest twisted in pain. It was a feeling he couldn't banish - that deepest fear that he knew you didn't earn.

Arsenios wanted to trust you. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn't explain. He wanted to open up, to let you in.

Every time he got too close, his hands would ache.

Arsenios clenched them into fists unconsciously.

He noticed the instant the fog rolled in around him. He swore mentally as he realized he had wandered directly into a crossroads, making it easier for someone who might be looking to find him. The fog seemed to travel along the ground of the street, trickling up the nearby walls until he could no longer see even a foot ahead.

Arsenios stopped walking and waited. He unclenched his fists, put his hands in his pockets.

He didn't call out, didn't say anything. He didn't need to.

And sure enough, Caligo materialized out of the fog.

Arsenios watched him, still not speaking. He knew he would have to deal with whatever this was about, but he wasn't going to play into Caligo's theatrics this time.

"You hate me," Caligo said.

His voice was unexpectedly soft, almost shy. His hood was pushed back, making his face and expression easy to read.

Caligo's hair was short and neon green, the very start of some black roots beginning to show. His yellow eyes were sunken and the black circles beneath them were a stark contrast to his pale skin. His mouth was thin and pressed into an unhappy line.

Arsenios snorted. He couldn't help it. "You betrayed me," he said. "Or did you forget?"

"What bliss that would be," Caligo said, his voice gone bitter. "Do you have any idea what's happened to me since that day?"

"Sorry," Arsenios said. "I was too busy recovering from a near death experience to worry about you."

"You weren't supposed to survive," Caligo said.

Arsenios nodded. "So you are here to finish the job, then."

They both already knew this wasn't true. Caligo had said before that he had no intention of killing Arsenios. They stared at each other for several long moments.

"Why aren't you singing?" Caligo asked.

Arsenios chuckled. "I don't need to waste a song on you."

Caligo snarled. "You think I can't do it. You think I can't hurt you."

"I think you're confused," Arsenios said. He took a step closer to Caligo. "You asked me if I had any idea what's happened to you since that day. But you don't know what happened to me, either, do you?"

Caligo blinked, as though he only just realized this was true. "All I needed to know was that you lived when you shouldn't have."

Arsenios took a hand out of his pocket, reached out slowly so Caligo could see the tattoo there, and then brushed his knuckles across Caligo's cheek. "Been making yourself crazy wondering about me, haven't you, Cal?"

Caligo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing almost comically.

Arsenios let his fingers trail down Caligo's jaw until his hand was resting loosely around Caligo's neck. He met Caligo's eyes and squeezed gently. "I know you aren't here to kill me. If that was your goal, you'd have done it long ago. So what do you really want?"

Caligo pulled away from him, moving his scythe between them. "You're expecting me to give away my secrets so easily?"

Arsenios smirked. "I don't care what you do. Just stay away from MC."

Caligo grimaced. "That human is all that matters to you now. When did you get so weak?"

"Maybe I've gone soft after being forced to take an early retirement," Arsenios said. He was still standing casually, like he didn't care about this conversation, but there was a hard edge to his voice.

There was a moment of tension that was suddenly broken when the fog dissipated. Caligo looked around in confusion, then stopped when he spotted the problem.

Barbatos walked over to Arsenios's side, a bag of shopping in his hand. He glanced between the two of them.

"I do not recall permission for another reaper to be in the Devildom at this time," Barbatos said mildly.

Caligo actually managed to look like he wasn't scared out of his mind. "I was just leaving," he said. His voice didn't waver and Arsenios was almost impressed.

Before anyone could say anything else, Caligo was gone. A few steps and he was back in a cloud of mist. Barbatos didn't bother to clear it this time, allowing Caligo to hide himself as he retreated.

Barbatos looked over at Arsenios. "Would you like some tea?"

Arsenios sighed and he felt the tension melting out of his back muscles. "Yeah," he said. "That'd be great."

As Arsenios followed Barbatos back to the Demon Lord's Castle, he could sense someone was watching him. Caligo hadn't gone far, but he was too afraid of Barbatos to do anything.

It had been a long time since Arsenios had spoken with Caligo like that. It bothered him how quickly his wrath had crept in. How much he wanted to fight, to get Caligo to back off.

Barbatos paused and Arsenios stopped to look at him curiously.

"You needn't worry about MC," Barbatos said. "They are stronger than anything Caligo might choose to throw at them."

Arsenios sighed. He knew it. He'd seen you in action. "Yeah, well," Arsenios said, running a hand through his hair. "MC could be as strong as you and I'd still worry about them."

Barbatos only chuckled as they went inside the castle to make tea.

masterpost | chapter seven | chapter nine

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Blood and Moonlight

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Daniels MPV2 provides the most excellent sustainable urban living in a practical and cutting-edge package. It's the ideal place to call home, thanks to its superb location, environmentally friendly architecture, and plentiful amenities. Daniels MPV2 provides everything you require, whether you are seeking a cozy and practical living space or a wise investment option. At Daniels MPV2, invest in sustainable living to benefit the environment and take advantage of all the advantages of city living.

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Choose Your Own Adventure

Luis Barragan's Home and Studio

For my Choose Your Own Adventure I visited Luis Barragan’s home and studio, a lovely example of Mexican mid-century architecture. 

On my last trip to Mexico City, I had wanted to take the tour, but had no idea that getting tickets would be harder than getting tickets to a Harry Styles concert. They are only only released two weeks at a time and they sell out within minutes. 

From the outside, the house is non-descript, not uncommon for homes in Mexico City. The only thing that pops out is the yellow door. The magic unfolds as soon as you walk in the door and escape the hubbub of the city in a small, pine paneled foyer illuminated by a single light in the corner. 

Barragan’s houses have so many memorable moments. They really feel like an experience, as opposed to a dwelling.  What was most memorable to me was how there were little nooks where you could rest before moving on to the next room. For example, the entry way is a quiet wood paneled room that allows you to shut out the city and take a pause before moving into the expansive house. Before you move into the living room, there is another nook that has a statue of an angel that is illuminated by a floor light. It provides a quiet respite before moving into the expansive living room that has a floor to ceiling window that frames the garden outside.

Barragan also used partitions through doors and screens  in rooms to further separate spaces and give privacy. In fact, there were three doorways and partitions that set his bedroom apart from the upstairs hallway. 

What I was very surprised about was the mix of clean lines of modern architecture and design with traditional religious artifacts and objects that represent Barragan’s strong religious faith. I normally think of religion and moderns totally  independent fo each other. The juxtaposition of the two create a space that feels very layered and multi-dimensional. For example, the paintings of Joseph Albers with multiple squares is undoubtedly as modern as art comes. Barragan’s dressing room with its wooden statues of saints is the opposite.

My favorite piece of artwork was the Mathias Goeritz gold leaf painting that hung next to a window at the top of the stairway, reflecting the light from the outside down the stairs, illuminating the room below. Barragan chose this piece as a nod to his Catholic faith. It immediately reminded me of the Cathedral in Mexico City, dripping with the gold that the Spaniards stripped from the “New World.” At first glance, the painting can’t be seen as anything but modern. However, when one digs a little deeper, it’s hard to miss that the work is a beautiful meld of Barragan’s traditional faith and modern aesthetic. 

I consider myself religious, but I prefer to announce my faith discreetly. In my home that means whispers of elements that nod to my faith…a ceramic angel hanging over my bed, a brightly painted wooden cross that belonged to my grandmother. What I didn’t like was Barragan’s bedroom. Despite a large window that frames the lush greenery of the garden below, the abundance of wood and religious icons make the room feel closed off and is reminiscent of a room in a monastery. The narrow twin bed contributes to the feeling of isolation and loneliness.

When I visit house museums, I always have my eye out for how I can find my own style for decorating my own house. I can’t rework the bones of my house, but I do a lot of things by feel, and I can replicate a feeling.

-strategic lighting at or below eye level

-natural materials such as pine furniture and natural stone.

-the use of color to illuminate parts of a room

-carpeting that mimics grass of the moss of a forest floor.

Overall, the house just really just brings me back to the idea that if you fill a space with things and elements that you love, that your house will turn out okay!

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