sort of smoky gray and dusky pinks, heathered blues, cream and soft mossy greens. it's the kind of color i can get behind.
the kind of color that won't rape my senses after a while.
i think of a weimaraner dog when i look at this room.
are those roman shades velvet? anyone?
look at that chandelier.
this is the loft belonging to harriet maxwell macdonald.
the person behind this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
among others.
her spaces are color on prozac.
i would throat punch you for unlimited access to her ochre store in ny.
who else loves this as much as i do?
