Cafe Cito Bogota
Being a child of the 70′s, I grew up in a very mod, mod, world: white carpet, white shag rugs, white furniture, glass-top tables and lotsa, lotsa chrome. I suspect this is why my interior decoration style is one part Pee Wee’s Playhouse mixed with one part Kurt Schwitter’s Merzbau.
Chateau de Ghetto is an anthropological hodge-podge of “what the fuck?” my husband and I have painstakingly collected over the years.
- Need a piece of the 3rd Avenue Rail? Check.
- Want to peruse Congressional Globes from the Buchanan Administration (with indices)? Check.
- Have a craving for two velvet paintings of Malcolm X? Got you covered.
- Looking for a three foot tall plastic dolphin? You better believe I have it!
There is not a white surface (or any surface for that matter) that is not covered with assorted objects de arte. The overall effect is one of horror vacui and seizure-inducing color. Here is BAD ASS lamp I made out of a child’s mannequin, joss paper and other neat stuff this week…