Saturday, February 20, 2010

the whore of decor

because i do think one ought to go to the man's place, if one is able...

 

so today i was thinking about home decor, a concept i rarely find myself exploring. aside from being the broker joker out of virtually everyone i know, the consequential lack of funding preventing my living space from resembling the andy warhol museum which, if left to my own devices and wads of cash, it inevitably would, i never thought i possessed the correct aesthetic to properly convey my personal likings to furnishings, accents and wallcolors.
then i thought, fuck it, it's my space.
and that's when i realized balloons don't serve nearly enough purposes in the world. filled with helium gas to make them buoyant, the fun, often brightly-colored inflatable misshaped orbs float around all sorts of special ceremonies, providing colorful bursts, quite literally if you take a pin to one, for birthdays, bar mitzvahs, even displaying strict color themes and logos for graduations and weddings (and whomever thought of color schemes for weddings is a whole other issue) but they rarely find a permanent place in the home as part of the interior decor. i suppose this is due to their short lifespan, as the average helium balloon wanes to a sad shrivel after several hours of innocent floating, but on the same ephemeral token, so do flowers. i mean, flowers last significantly longer with proper upkeep, adding special chemicals to the water to prolong both rigidity and color, so maybe a special type of helium gas blend and impermeable coating could be applied to a balloon to increase its life?  just think of how chic a few bronze orbs would look silently hovering amidst sleek, black leather couches, shiny brass light fixtures, a brown cowhide rug and a stack of art books on an industrial metal coffee table. chic isn't even the word--more mysterious, perhaps. such an unexpected presence of color and presence itself mid-level in the room, an area past the backs of couches and chairs but not quite high enough for pictures and mirrors and various wall hangings, is both intriguing and curious.  and due to their usual appearances at gleeful parties, balloons, regardless of their color, always seem to inspire pleasant memories--birthdays, communion parties, anniversaries, promotions.  you never see balloons at funerals or affixed to tombstones, which is my grievance with flowers--an abundance of flowers in any house turns even the most opulent rooms into a somber post-funeral space, the air heavy and eyes averted downward.

so let's keep the latex companies in business and start decorating our houses with balloons.

xo
b.a.

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