I love the flooring tile in the hallway of my building. Since 1954 it’s been buffed every Sunday: giving it a luster of deep time. I love how when they patched it near the elevator (where it was used most often) they used black tiles that didn’t quite match. The scattered white spots on the dark background remind me of a starry night sky. The black squares are the unknown void.

I think part of interior design is recognizing what you love: what doesn’t need to be updated. #interiorDesign

I love the flooring tile in the hallway of my building. Since 1954 it’s been buffed every Sunday: giving it a luster of deep time. I love how when they patched it near the elevator (where it was used most often) they used black tiles that didn’t quite match. The scattered white spots on the dark background remind me of a starry night sky. The black squares are the unknown void.

I think part of interior design is recognizing what you love: what doesn’t need to be updated. #interiorDesign

@futurebird omg not what I expected when I first followed you, but I love the way you write about actual interior design. This kind of emerging/rough/patched-over graceful design-over-time is so my wheelhouse.

I need to talk about this in the coop meetings so they don't replace it. Just stand up and do a poem about how much I love the floor and how sad I'd be if it were gone. They "updated" our lobby and it's... it's fine, the floor wasn't level and it was time. But, I'd rather they spend more on other things and not mess with the halls.

@futurebird

There’s a pretty high probability that tiles from 1954 are mostly asbestos, so keeping them well entombed under strata of polish is probably for the best. It also means that any replacement plan that will disturb them will require full scale health & safety measures and remediation and might be prohibitively expensive (or at least that’s the case here, NY law may be different)