Upon seeing this space, I was immediately on the verge of a serious scream because purple is one of those things (color is a thing, right?) that I want to keep to myself. It’s like that amazing local band that only those bold enough to tread in the dankest parts of the city get to witness. Those bold souls know the nuances of every song, the inflections in the lead singers voice, and which song goes with any given mood. And they know all of that long before the rest of the world does, which is what tends to happen to those things we especially want to keep close to us. We feel betrayed, annoyed when they appear on late night tv or hit a million YouTube views because the public is only appreciating them when money and popularity are involved. But I digress… While purple has been around longer than my thirty-odd years, it’s still mine. You hear me, purple? You belong to me. But, yes, you do this apartment justice, particularly the rug.
Images of Zani Gugelmann’s apartment via Vogue.
