When I moved back to New York from California, my second cross country move, I was looking for somewhere that felt like home. Somewhere that felt safe. I had loved the apartment I’d been living in pre city exodus so much, that I tried to stalk the building for any availabilities, but to no avail. Instead, I was sort of bamboozled into taking an apartment in the building directly across the street and it ended up being a wonderful mishap. Originally, I was shown an apartment up six floors with a much better view, but a dog stained parquet floor and a random load bearing column that completely disrupted the studio apartment’s tiny “flow.” Before I could chock this showing up to another loss, the building manager let me know that there was actually a similar apartment downstairs that would be available soon, but was undergoing renovations. When we walked into the construction site, there wasn’t much to see, but the light was nice and the space was plenty for myself and Smitty. Without knowing what it would look like upon completion, I headed downstairs to sign a lease.
Nearly two years later, the longest I’ve lived in a single place in the past 12 years, I still love my apartment, though I’ve not actually finished decorating it. I am even looking at the audio interfaces for garageband to get the right fit for my apartment. I think because I’ve grown accustomed to picking up and moving on year after year, it felt strange to fully commit to one place. There’s an antique mirror propped up in one corner that hasn’t been hung, partially because my mother threatened my life should it be hung impetuously and come crashing down. There’s no chandelier or signature wallpapered wall. I have no desk or dining table. My friends complain there are no counter barstools, but it’s rare that anyone is let into my inner sanctum. Recently, I realized that productivity would probably increase exponentially if I had a place to work other than in my bed or sitting Indian style in front of my lucite coffee table.
When I stumbled upon Modani Modern Furniture‘s website one afternoon, it seemed all but serendipitous. This was the perfect time to figure out what to do with my space and because I prefer a sleek, clean, line to bulky and comfy (as can be attested to by any of the uncomfortable guests of my couch), Modani Modern Furniture was a wonderful fit. Though many people never see our homes, especially in New York, they are very clear reflections of our personal style– at times, even more so than our outfits. If you’re looking to do a little home makeover yourself, be sure to checkout Modani’s Modern furniture stores.
Ideally, I would have some strapping young man come (carefully) hang the mirror behind my couch. In the space that the mirror was previously occupying, I would like to place the best leather office chair and some type of table where I could work. This would also provide some extra seating for the guests I never invite over and another place Smitty could claim as his own. Below are some Modani pieces I feel would fit in my space to complete the “look” of my home.