


Ghost chairs made this job hellish.
The black stuff (technical term) placed all over actually sparkled but the lights in the room were so dim they did not make anything of the embellishment. I had to get within a foot of the terrier centerpiece to note the material of the black stuff. When I did, I was disappointed it wasn't used to greater effect because it carried light and colors beautifully. It is a shame a light was not directed towards it. The room looks dark because it was. Really, really dark. With clear chairs. A tad frustrating.
The centerpiece was a terrier which looked suspiciously like Mickey, my Mom's snarky Cairn, and the black stuff is loosely made in the shape of flowers. It had elements of genius.
But here it all is, presented so that one understands this is a labor of love for cities and that even the blemishes are magnificent.
At first, I really did not get the fruit centerpieces. After I looked at the room for a while, I decided that while a million other objects could have been placed there, they do soften the scene and the colors fit in perfectly. Which is to say, not at all, because it is a vibrant free-for-all.
So, the Hostess will never own the place settings or napkins but someone less trad than I will and in the meantime, they tipped the balance of understanding for the consumer here: Everything rough and gritty about cities, brushed up, refined, and presented in such a way as to create an appreciation of the things we overlook in a day.
Right down to the graffiti'd crown moulding. Look really close, the ceiling is papered end to end in blue prints. Completely over the top and definitely a masterpiece.
On the whole, the room was contemplative and cerebral, one of few installations that knew so well the expectations of the human eye and how best to take advantage of our Creator's design talents in turn. Never mind the woodsy stuff which was itself glorious, the room was a masterpiece of heights and lights.I get it; the place setting. I just wish the birds had not been so black in color. They were perhaps the only disappointment in this room. I wondered where the black came from because it did not flow.
I am shamelessly coveting these green horn utensils. Where have these been all my life?
Graphic and artistic, it appeals to a closet minimalist who still goes in for bold color.
Did the place settings measure up to the decor, though? There are so many wonderful chargers and settings these days, it seemed this could have been more visually exciting. Also, though I understand that they were probably intended to balance out the tabletop, I am not a fan of darkly colored stemware.