No more antlers, said the NY Times. So, no antlers.

I put this together after reading the NYT article on a still "moony" couple who bought a 1.7 million dollar loft in Williamsburg and wanted to avoid that "Brooklyn" look. Meaning antlers, for one thing, which is — I am sure — a not so subtle dig at the flea market/instant heritage/vintage taxidermy aesthetic that can be satisfied so easily on etsy.

 If you have $13,000 to spend on a couch (as this couple does), maybe you're above all that. If not, there are plenty of amazing pieces being made and curated by shops on the e'sphere that have nothing to do with antlers. I don't even think too many of these are in Brooklyn. But if they are, they're not in a 1.7 million smackeroo loftette. And I happen to love antlers anyway.

stuart and diane's place

stuart likes to have some new shirts on hand for special occasions

 

diane saves everything, like a length of old linen lace and a lone plate

wooden hangers from the 1920s hang in their closet, unburdened

diane still has her mother's childhood sunday dress

on the second floor landing, an old pint milk jar sits on a chenille rug

diane commandeered stuart's old toolbox for her own collection

at night they both dream of oregon, a trip to the coast they'd like to take.