After decades of bland minimalism, beings are decorating their homes to the max. Is it a response to our agitated days or individual expressionism?
Outside, Tania James’s home looks fairly median, a flat in a Victorian shift on a north London street strung with trees and rate bumps. Inside, it’s a rioting of colour.
Neon pink, yellow-bellied and orange zap from all the regions of the walls, while dozens of 60 s and 70 s tea trays front the stairs, each a different structure. In the living room are dark-green and pink sofas with leopard-print cushions. A pink plastic light-up bird and a toy plastic horse sit on a shelf alongside a big yellowed plastic bird she found in a charity patronize.” I was like, oh my God, PS4- that’ll go with the monkey !” she says. On another shelf sits her brightly coloured glass-bottle accumulation, which she has been adding to for the past 20 times-” it’s a one-in, one-out programme now “. There is a fireplace painted highlighter yellowed, pink and purple, with a baby-sized blue-blooded plastic countenance standing to notice in the grate. In the bay window, a jungle of mansion plants spreads its fronds.” I don’t want to say I’m is connected to trash ,” says James.” I’m not materialistic- but it’s important to me to have how I feel inside, out .”
She is felt that the home she shares with their own families is “Marmite”- someone formerly told her:” It’s like 10 beakers of coffee with a migraine .” But she adores it.” I work from residence and I literally need it ,” she says. And while it may sound chaotic, on a sunny Monday morning it feels astonishingly serene.
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