A
grandeur slightly faded, becoming ethereal and otherworldly is darkly
romantic, quite desirable in every way. Roomscapes as well as the
objects they contain improve greatly with age. The lapse of time
produces glimpses of other incarnations, the hidden secrets,
forgotten and largely unseen. Sentience slowly awakens, belongings
thought to be inanimate suddenly breathe... Trust me, dear ones, for
I know of what I speak...
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{Decrepit upholstery can become a home for birds, ghosts & other spirits}
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When
accumulating a collection of antiques much is made of a prim and
proper appearance. There are those that covet perfection above all
leaving many objects simply astray, cast off or otherwise orphaned.
I adore the decadently disheveled, the slightly sorrowful are always
welcome amid our walls. Forsaken furnishings have found a home with
us, content once again. Crumbling frames hold hazy vistas; mirrors'
silvery faces clouded with age. Our curio cabinets hold abandoned
oddities rescued from a certain fate. We listen closely to their
whispers and the strange tales that they tell...
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{Find fragments of Gothic Revival wallpaper throughout this post} |
Often
we converse with our Black Baroque Luxuries creations for they too
contain pieces of the past. Vintage jewels and elderly gems are
often incorporated, glittering darkly under the patina of time.
Tatters of tulle are reclaimed, as well as bits of old fashioned
lace. Silken shards, forlorn and frayed, add antiquated elegance
when combined with fabrics faded to a subtle shade... Perhaps you
will find conversing with cushions rather capricious but we invite
you to hear their murmurings and tell us what you hear...
Gather
here is a feast of deliciously
distressed décor... Enjoy! ~Splendor