Since when is it hip, slick and cool to lie in bed and stare at your clothes and shoe racks––no matter how neatly organized––when you’re rustling up romance? I’m talking about a very particular theme of design porn these days: highly-styled, out-in-the-open clothes racks that make me wonder: What would happen in this uber-neuter scheme if one dared to own something scarlet, purple or orange! Is it old school not to want to have all your clothes in your face 24/7?
I get tired of my clothes hanging in my closet even when I don’t wear them. Just seeing them every day as I rifle through to choose an outfit increases my boredom with them. Visual familiarity does indeed breed contempt; or at the very least extreme ennui. By the time the seasons change I’m ready to throw them all out.
Here’s my closet solution: Seasonally, I resort and regroup my garments and hide the inappropriate ones under a pretty white cloth (a sheet will do) folded over the bar. By not seeing them every day, time passes and I quickly forget about them. Then, when the weather changes, I whip off the cloth and voila! I welcome my oldies with fresh eyes and renewed enthusiasm. (In the images above, I can’t help but think a simple linen curtain hung across the span of clothes and shelving would make a fine soft wall and makeshift closet.)
A pennysaver bonus: it cuts down on the urge to rush out and shop for new stuff. Guaranteed.