New York Magazine - USA (2020-03-02)

YOUWALKBENEATHa whitemoldedarchway. You’veentered

a whiteroom.

A basketlikelamphangsoverhead;otherlamps,globesofbrass

andglass,glownearby.Beforeyouisa couch,neatlytuftedand

boxy, paddedwithanassortmentofpillowsinmutedgeometric

designs.Circlesoffadedterra-cottaandpaleyellow;mint-green

andmustardconfetti;white,withblackhalf-circlesandtwolittle

dots—aha.Thoseareboobs.Youlookdown.Upontheterrazzo

nougatofthecoffeetable,a glasstraytrimmedinbrass.It holds

a succulentina lumpyceramicpot,a scentedcandlewitha matte-

pinklabel.A fiddle-leaffigsomewherelooms.Abovea bookshelf

(spinesorganizedbycolor),a posteradvisesyoutoworkhard&

benicetopeople.In thefarcorner, withintheshrineofan

archedalcove,atopa marbleplinth:onelonely, giantcartoon

jungleleaf,tiltingfroma pinkceramictube.Yousense—ina way

youcouldneitherarticulatenorexplain—thepresenceofa mail-

orderfoammattresssomewherecloseat hand.

52 THECUT|MARCH2–15, 2020

The TYRANNY

of TERRAZZO

BY MollyFischer

Will the

MILLENNIAL

AESTHETIC

EVER END?

ILLUSTRATION BY Fala Atelier