Not too long ago, I swore up and down, left and right, that I had renounced kinfolk and anything else which attempted to mimic its monochromatic, minimalistic vibe. As the magazines piled up issue by issue, I found myself questioning the values of wabi-sabi and virtues of slow living it extolled. Would decluttering one's wardrobe really declutter the mind? Was the mind as chaotic as a teenager's room, to begin with? What was once creditable became idealistic, and what were once textbooks for the ideal lifestyle became a glorified, expensive stack of books.
Still, this whole all-white, all-clean manifesto continued to flourish - establishments so colorless that one wondered if the owner simply bought up all the white furniture at the store, marble-this, marble-that, magazines with more white space than content. To this all, I turned up my nose to. After all, as a by-product of the 21st century, I was firmly anti-hipster, wasn't I? Look! No square-framed black glasses, or belly-baring ensembles, or whatever the kids are doing these days.
A huge thank you to Ed for having us again, it was a real pleasure. Here are the links to the places visited:
The Replacement Lodge and Kitchen
Faculty of Caffeine