I've always loved the work of artist Donald Judd, and coveted his minimal-to-the-point-of-nothing interiors. These are images of his home in Soho at 101 Spring Street (the river's head of all residential loft living); it's preserved as a museum, but unfortunately closed to the public for restoration. It is said to open again sometime this year, and I will be the first in line if I have to sleep on the sidewalk overnight.
I mean, look at this:
Those walls! The texture, the complete lack of woodwork.
An extraordinary dining table, which solves the age old problem of who to put at the head:
And the daybed I would kill for, or maybe pay 65K:
Facsimile of said daybed, which rocked the auction world with its 65K price tag. I'd pay it -- seriously, isn't that just the price of some stupid mid-range flashy car? This definitely has more staying power:
He had the floor surrounding the stair's ascent cut away, to better expose and glorify its form. Smart move. These grease stains, seeping through from the building's past life of industry, drove Donald Judd mad, but I find them perversely lovely:
It kills me with desire:
Images collected here and here.