I Seem To Be Getting In My Way
Oct. 8th, 2007 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fjThis week is Painting Week at The Loft. Just taking care of a lot of things I wanted in a new color.
These days, on makeover shows, when people say they want a sophisticated chic glamorous bedroom, the designer says "Ok!" and responds with a room looking like a very well-appointed Mariott. Even high-end design media succumb to it, more often than not the latest Design Inspiration rooms look like a W suite. Or actually is one.
Today, thanks to the new fashion of making small pots of paint available as samples, I did some color tests on a massive concrete wall in my bed area, next to the front door. Tried two finishing products over the sample. I have this vision, this idea that I need to get out of my head and on to my wall. And even though the color I sampled is wrong -- too red -- it has become apparent that what my vision will look like when executed.
I am not sure if I am actually staging The Loft for a sale right now or not. I just know I want to do this. I was talking to my neighbor David, one of the two humans soon to be owned by the kitten you saw previously -- kitten needs to first learn to own its tail, then the humans -- about what I am going to do and why I am still thinking about improvements. David is a stage actor, used to work in London and New York. Now he is here and the only parts available for men his age are not on stage but in film or TV, and are stalked by aging actors far more famous than he is, who all get increasingly desperate as with every year the parts available to them are fewer and fewer. David's given up and is thinking about getting his contractor license, I tell him that's the wrong order to do these careers... So why do I paint and think of moving walls? "You just want to see it through," he says, "see it finished." He's right.
But I am a little worried about my own eye right now; it seems that what I am doing to my enormous bedroom / front door wall is not so much Upscale Hotel Room but more Swanky Hip Club.
Still, I want to see it done, see it through. See it on Apartment Therapy.
These days, on makeover shows, when people say they want a sophisticated chic glamorous bedroom, the designer says "Ok!" and responds with a room looking like a very well-appointed Mariott. Even high-end design media succumb to it, more often than not the latest Design Inspiration rooms look like a W suite. Or actually is one.
Today, thanks to the new fashion of making small pots of paint available as samples, I did some color tests on a massive concrete wall in my bed area, next to the front door. Tried two finishing products over the sample. I have this vision, this idea that I need to get out of my head and on to my wall. And even though the color I sampled is wrong -- too red -- it has become apparent that what my vision will look like when executed.
I am not sure if I am actually staging The Loft for a sale right now or not. I just know I want to do this. I was talking to my neighbor David, one of the two humans soon to be owned by the kitten you saw previously -- kitten needs to first learn to own its tail, then the humans -- about what I am going to do and why I am still thinking about improvements. David is a stage actor, used to work in London and New York. Now he is here and the only parts available for men his age are not on stage but in film or TV, and are stalked by aging actors far more famous than he is, who all get increasingly desperate as with every year the parts available to them are fewer and fewer. David's given up and is thinking about getting his contractor license, I tell him that's the wrong order to do these careers... So why do I paint and think of moving walls? "You just want to see it through," he says, "see it finished." He's right.
But I am a little worried about my own eye right now; it seems that what I am doing to my enormous bedroom / front door wall is not so much Upscale Hotel Room but more Swanky Hip Club.
Still, I want to see it done, see it through. See it on Apartment Therapy.
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Date: 2007-10-09 06:07 am (UTC)(2) If you're worried about scaring away potential buyers with a Swanky Hip Club look, consider the usual target market for lofts: people who probably like the Swanky Hip Club look. :)
(3) I know that wall paint has always been a very frustrating media for me, because it can appear to be very different colors wet and dry. Can you find the color you want in a Pantone (or similar) sample, and take it in to the paint store for them to scan & match?
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Date: 2007-10-09 06:42 am (UTC)Well, yeah, no, not really -- there's HOA issues. But I am not running into them this cycle.
Pantone chips aren't large enough, this one is tricky so I need to see the color on the wall as the day progresses. Finish is an issues too, as is coverage. I am glad I used the sample, now I can match to what I need. I'd never have found otherwise the light in that part of The Loft is redder than I thought.
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Date: 2007-10-09 07:02 am (UTC)I initially didn't believe our colorist/painter when she insisted that painting our kitchen/family room walls a warm cream-yellow would bring color to the existing washed-out bleached oak floor.
She was totally right, and it looks great, even with mostly compact fluorescent bulbs lighting the room.
So, yeah, this is my long way of saying that I now understand that lighting AND texture are important for color selection.
But it still weirds me out, because I can't adequately describe *why* a given color placement feels "good" vs. "bad" when I see it. I just know that it does.
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Date: 2007-10-09 07:04 am (UTC)I'd prefer bordello myself.
So why does the HOA get involved with what you do with your loft? Oh well if I remember HOA's there a bunch of unfulfilled busy bodies. Perhas I've answered my own question.
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Date: 2007-10-09 07:11 am (UTC)Maybe next time.
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Date: 2007-10-10 02:00 am (UTC)There are rafts of Latino and Armenian hotties wandering the streets of L.A. and they NEED work.
Not to mention the stray midwestern cuties who just wanna be FAMOUS.
Give them all their wish, make some old gay guys happy, and keep yourself off welfare at the same time.
Put some cots and curtains up in that loft of yours and we're talking instant profit-making for very little money down.
You can thank me later.