Often, what we wear and what we do while wearing what we wear, depends on where we wear what we wear (twisty, right?). Have you ever been in a space that inspires how you do everything? These days, everyone seems hell-bent on creating the perfect aesthetic cocoon to live in. For example, if they have white and steel everything with Danish furniture, the believed consequence is that they will be hip and intellectual and wear brands like Acne and eat only locally grown food that they post on their food blog.
But, does a space really influence your daily actions? It might be a projection of how you want to live (e.g. cleanly, simply, strongly, expensively, etc.), but how symbiotic is that relationship? Do we depend on our spaces to influence us? Or, do we expect our sense of self to influence our spaces? Which participant in the relationship takes the lead?
One French family living in Paris wanted their home to be all about “le vivant, le vecu” — the living, the lived experience. Residing in the midst of concrete and stone, I desire greenage, too; especially the French kind.
But the Dimanches did what I couldn’t (but still wish I would be able to) do, they phoned botanist Patrick Blanc to create a living wall for their home. Of his plant walls, Blanc says, “The plant wall is not a criticism of the city,” he adds. “I’m only trying to reconcile it with nature.” Meshing the out with the in. Ying and yang, baby. Ying and yang.
“What we seek, at the deepest level, is inwardly to resemble, rather than physically to possess, the objects and places that touch us through their beauty.”
― Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness