Where would they put them?

on a brief display of casual furnishing

I don’t know what a perfect room looks like. But it’s nice to see a room that feels cared for. Not just tidy, historically thematic—think period correct—stylistically eclectic or strictly functional, but a place where things settle in on their own. Nothing forced. No demand for things to have a role but an allowance for them to just coexist, quietly, but also with a kind of surety. Not exactly ordered, but still somehow arranged, without really trying too much, but being totally self aware. Good decor doesn’t need to explain itself, its logic is just in its presence.

I recently read that the Gailla’s rolled up the huge green rug that sat in their hall before hosting guests. Until then, I hadn’t really thought of Hoffmann’s raumkunst as something accommodating, even if only on occasion. It’s nice to know that holding an event offers the opportunity to briefly adjust the spatial character of a room. Shifting things over, displaying something often stored away, rearranging to make things work, or at least feel right, just for then. Here great care is given to the loose placement of pretty ordinary things, even when the event isn’t particularly significant. Tidying up often allows for established orders to be re-established or revised. As with the acquisition or riddance of furniture and furnishings alike. When things seem still the value of house-hold arrangements mostly goes unnoticed.