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Painting the bedroom black using the fullest resources of my zombie tradesman inventory. Tired of the chromatic quotidian, we decided to go full teenage with four litres of boundless sable. It was a good decision. Our walls were chronically fucked up after 15 years of banging in nails/gouging the hell out of them with furniture; dramatic amendment was long overdue. I might post another pic once everything's back up, but in the meantime I wanted to memorialize the transcendent cosmic eternity of these pristine black walls. Well, sort of pristine. Looks like there used to be a door back there at one stage, doesn't it? This cottage is about 150 years old now and in the right light, superseded aspects of its architecture leer from under its surfaces like some sort of Hellraiser outtake. Or Nightmare on Elm Street. I forget which. So, what is a black room like, exactly? Good question! |
In a word, soothing. During the day it takes a restful back seat to whatever you've hung on the wall, and this is an especial bonus for us since we collect textiles and ethnographica and like to dress our vertical acreage pretty intensively. At night it is cradling and intimate. It frames a view really well. If you are a fan of shadow you'll find plenty to love about it. It doesn't clash with anything. If your place is bitsy and incoherent, black pulls it all together and smoothes out all those ugly, shitty little details that've bugged you since you moved in- in our case that's the twenty-three thousand different types of moulding, coving, skirting, beading etc that successive owners have so thoughtfully installed over the years. In too-short lengths. Over layers of defunct carpet and wallpaper. Bless them. It is inexpensive, especially if your walls are already dark (ours were- one coat yaaaay!) and a great way to cover a naff paper. It really does not make your space seem any smaller- people love to say that for some reason but don't listen to those arseholes, seriously. Black is no more imposing than any other deep-base type colour; we have a jewel-blue lounge and a purple kitchen and haven't slit our wrists yet. If I'm sounding evangelical it's because I am. Permanent nocturne- ¡Bueno!
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