SUSPENDED IN YOUR
SPACE
written by OLIVIA CIGLIANO photos by REBECCA PANTANO and REILLY FISHER
T
he walls yell at you here,” joked my friend Delaney Katz and her father as they gave me a tour of her childhood home in Illinois. They were referring to her mother Judie’s decorations— uplifting quotes, poems, and songs that cover every inch of the space. The colorful assortment of ceramics, wooden plaques, and mirrors reminds you in curly letters to “imagine the possibilities,” that “life is beautiful,” and it’s a “home sweet home.” It’s eclectic and maximalist, ensuring guests are welcomed into the warm and loving environment, seamlessly reflecting the personality of its occupants. “I feel like I could spend all day looking at your walls,” I said. “Exactly,” replied Delaney, who normally scoffs at interiors that take themselves too seriously. “Your house should be a museum of you.” Returning to my apartment in Boston, I took a long look at the bedroom walls that had been bare since I moved in eight months ago and realized I never curated my own museum— a space that represents who I am and how I want to feel while I’m in it.
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