Tuesday, August 07, 2007

"I Want A Stylish Home"—Pt. 2

In "I Want A Stylish Home"—Pt. 1, I showed some photos of vintage tiles. Here are the tiles in their full interior 'glory'.



Kitchen 'gateway'.



Living room and bedroom floors.



What do you call these? Trim or molding? They just line the perimeter of the space lah.



Kitchen floor.



Kitchen counter top.

Yes, those are pictures I TOOK AT HOME. Yes, those tiles are tiles that can be found AT HOME.

Yet, I'm constantly complaining about how I hate the way my home looks. There is a perfect logical explanation for this:

GOOD TASTE, BUT ZERO SENSE OF STYLE.

I love the tiles INDIVIDUALLY. I think they look great, really. Each on their own, they make very good statement pieces.

BUT, when you put them all together, they just look wrong. They don't work well at all. In fact, I absolutely loathe the way they come together.

Hence, my home is actually quite tasteful, if you don't mind. But the problem is, I don't want tasteful when it all falls into place looking awkward and out-of-place!

I WANT A STYLISH HOME!

Then today, I truly appreciated the worn out condition of the main door.



The keyhole. Notice how the surrounding area is aged and rusted. So hot!



The lock. It's just so old lah. I don't think locks like these are still in production anymore.



The hook. Hooks on to this fixture on the wall to prevent the wind from slamming the door shut when open. Look at how the paint wears off from the brass. The details are simply endearing.

Oh yes, and that wear mark there, where the hook abrades the door surface; authentic vintage lah!



The latch that doesn't work. Just look at it! Caked with paint! It won't budge.



The latch that DOES work. I mean, you can tell from the worn out state of it right? This is the latch on the top of the door. This is the latch that my mother latched up TO LOCK ME OUTTA THE HOUSE after a particular night of partying.



The peephole.



The peephole from outside. WILL YOU LOOK AT THE FLAKING AND PEELING PAINT?! I cannot contain my enthusiasm for aged and worn out surfaces.




The unit number donned in gold—10 years ago. I tried to polish it with Autosol back in the secondary school NPCC days, when we had to polish our badges so our uniforms looked good.

Anyways, yeah, I tried to polish the fixture, but it was a futile attempt lah, huh. But now that I look at it, as Viv Tudor in Little Britain would say, "Oh, it's GORGEOUS!"

Let's take some time off to talk about Little Britain. Basically for the past week, I've been hooked on Little Britain. I watch it 5 times over, and I still laugh hysterically 5 times over!

I didn't know I would enjoy sketch comedies this much! And you wanna talk about talent, Matt Lucas and David Williams are REAL talents.

I mean, it's perfectly fine that they come up with side-splitting content. But then to ACT it all out, that's just pure brilliance. AND they go into a myriad of disguises, BOTH male and female! That's... that's... god-ly!

Okay, I'm so excited that I'm at a loss for words.



Uneven paint. I used to loathe it when I was younger. Looked ugly to me. But now that I'm so infatuated with textured surfaces, it looks bloody fine to me.



Haha!.. Peeling paint!!! Okay, I won't start...




The full-length shots of the main door.

And as cliche as it sounds, you really don't learn to appreciate something till it's gone.



Yup, the wooden door just gone like that. The Chinese worker came, whacked the hinges a little here and there, and hauled the sweet, old wooden door off its hinges. JUST LIKE THAT.

I regretted not having a better look at it before it was removed. It's all part of the Housing Board upgrading works.

After removing the door, the Chinese worker told me that they'll resume work after lunch. So after lunch, it was another Chinese guy, who brought along the most hideous looking door.




And who're they trying to kid? It's not even solid wood. Just wood veneer. It's so fake. I hate it lah. It's so smooth, so polished, SO BORING. And I especially dread that disgusting band of rectangle in light brown. There's nothing aesthetically pleasing about it.

Plus they way they arrange the grain so that it forms this diamond shape is mind-blowing. IT FUCKING UGLY.






Eugh!!! Would you look at all the the shiny brass fixtures?! It's horrendous! Devoid of character, devoid of depth, devoid of interest!

This is the most fugly thing in the house. I mean, at least the tiles on my floor, kitchen and counter top exist with taste individually. But this door, on it's own, it's simply a bastardisation of design, not tasteful whatsoever, much less stylish!

Sigh! What to do? Public housing ma...

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