With the election looming and our country in political
mayhem it is heartening to know that at least architecture and design are still
alive, thriving and in a healthy state unlike our country.
Yesterday, Mother and Daughter attended the
city Modern Brooklyn Home Tour sponsored by Dwell, New York Magazine and
apparently and (oddly, at least to me) Audi.
It was a gray, cool and rainy day but our spirits were not
dampened in the least. This was a chance to see some design, get inspiration
and take voyeuristic pleasure in seeing how other people live.
We were not disappointed. I thought it was one of the best
tours I have been on in years. I have never actually been on an urban house (pardon
me, HOME ) tour but have seen countless show houses and country or suburban
house tours. This one was organized, the houses watched over by interested,
interesting, well informed and friendly docents. I overheard that the docents were design
students, presumably, being paid for their time. They did a great job of
keeping watch over the rooms, making sure that booties were donned at the entry
and answering any questions where they had the information to hand. Most were incredibly well informed
and as I said, really cared and were as excited as the people on the tour to
see these great houses. I was very inspired by the houses. A townhouse is by its
nature is narrower than a house one would find in a sprawling suburb.
Each of the houses (see Daughter’s post on the house tour for locations in Brooklyn)
treated the staircases to the upper and lower floors differently; Metal or
wood, modern or traditional bannisters,
some a blend of both. There were open steps with no risers, some with risers.
Of course, outdoor space in a city is desirable and each house had a large
garden or deck without exception. I know I had serious grill envy. Naturally, the houses were dressed up in
their Sunday best, but all of the houses were personal and looked lived in
rather than like a movie set. I think it was this aspect that appealed to me
most of all.





