Oh hello there, sexy. I don't believe we've met. I'm Madame Lacy Sunday Sauce aka Mouth of the South aka Keeper of Internet Dreams and Unicorns Memes. But you can call me the person who's just been reduced to a pile of lady goo on account of those ceiling beams and slick cabinets for short.
You can try to be sly and shift angles on me but I'm slyier. Slyer...? Ever more sly...? I'm a stalker is what I'm trying to say and I've already googled all over your biznasty (that sounds like sexual harassment but I assure you it's legal in 27 states) and found out that you are the kitchen of a West Village townhouse designed and built by MADE.
Design AND build? That's an architecture firm that has just made me forget about you, kitchen. They have bigger and more satisfying things to offer.
Like this nice warm office.
And this bathroom that's so inviting I'm completely ignoring the wood floors that I will totally ruin within 6 months. I'm splashy. It's like being saucy but way full of destruction. Actually, I think that's what saucy really does mean...
Whether or not MADE intended it this way, I'm feeling extra squee happy about the photography of these rooms. Maybe it's just because I'm a champion of boring mediocrity but nothing here is too shiny or saturated like spaces that are in magazines. Everyone knows those aren't real spaces - only photoshopped figments of Lonny and Elle Decor's fanciful imaginations.
Oh look! MADE also does patios!
I want to set my newly decorated patio on fire now. But I only have access to some lighter fluid and a hole I can dig in the backyard - nothing like this fire. I can't even destroy something in a pretty way.
|patio from the South Village townhouse|
|Boerum Hill Townhouse|
|Central Park West Apartment|
You, me, a box of Chattanooga's finest box wine and that bar/countertop for 5 minutes.
Well 7 if we actually want to finish the whole box but it's up to you.