#beige modern home

[fujofi]

Backyard Porch Ideas for a sizable, contemporary back porch renovation that will include decking and a roof extension

[vintagehomecollection]

Various ceramic and glass mosaic tiles create an abstract geometry of color and texture in these minimalist bathrooms by Vishva Priya. Green and gray glass mosaic tile is from Vetricolor. Beige marble tile is Bottocino Classical, imported from Italy by Marble Techniques.

Designing with Tile, Stone & Brick, 1995

[life-spire]

[toyastales]

The way this home is designed it gives me the impression that it would stay cool during the hot summer months.

[stuckasmain]

Somewhere out there a millennial is getting an absolute dream house (be it mid century modern, contemporary or 80s) tearing out the walls, all unique features and painting it white and beige.

I see one more absolute horror show of a renovation and I’m sneaking into these housing. Painting color on the wall and re-Pop Corning the ceiling out of spite

Just buy a new construction it already looks like how you want I’m fucking begging you. HGTV has been the same for nearly 30 years and has absolutely destroyed design “pop of color” that’s a slightly different grey! (I hate you open floor plan. I hate you so so so much)

[anaestheticshoppe]

[cccollective]

[capric0rn]

mario bellini

[boohoocthulhu]

I'm not saying I was born in the wrong generation, or whatever, because I wasn't. I just really, really hate modern architecture.

✨️✨️ARCHITECTURE RANT✨️✨️

Look at all this flavor, this personality, this artwork. By God, it is beautiful. Reject minimalism. Reject brutality. Reject beige. Reject concrete. Embrace maximalism. Embrace lace. Embrace hand carved furniture. Embrace stained glass. Embrace lots and lots of plants in your home. Return to your roots. Become beautiful once again. Be an oceanside house with sea glass wind chimes and stained glass windows. Be a hillside manor with an ornate greenhouse and plush bed. Be a little cabin deep in the forest with a stone fireplace and handmade chairs. Be a cramped apartment in New York with string lights and heirloom plates stacked in a cabinate. Anything but the London Lincoln Plaza, minimal, or modern brutalism. PLEASE. For some reason, unknown to me, society as a whole has become obsessed with sleek, clean designs. All houses must look the same. Save on space. Beige! I hate it. The overwhelming obsession with minimalism feels gross. Like people shouldn't express themselves through their home, the very place in which they live and thrive. When I walk into a minimalistic house, it seems like no one really lives there. Everything is perfect and pristine. Also, I hate cubes. And rectangles. And any perfect quadrilateral. Why should we as humans have perfect, pristine homes when we as humans are inherently flawed, imperfect beings? Why have we done this? Why shouldn't we show off our strange collections and bright throw pillows? Why should anything have to match? Why live your life and not express your joy? I understand that many people like these styles, but usually, if they do, they really mean eco-brutalist or googie. But minimalism brings no joy. I have too many things and opinions to express at once. Thoughts?

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

More Jianghu Shopping Center Nieyao because everything else I’m working on feels weird rn ✌🏼

He lets the tirade go on for as long as he can stand before he attempts to cut in and maybe, if he’s lucky, defuse the bomb that is his boss’s notorious temper. This time of night he’s probably at least a full 12-pack into his usual 24-pack night, though, so Meng Yao’s hopes aren’t high.

“Mr Jameson - Mr - I didn’t - Mr Jameson I promise it won’t happen again -”

Meng Yao sighs well away from the receiver and turns his back to the rest of the laundromat, the cord stretching across his chest with the movement. He tangles his fingers between a few of the tight curls in it and clutches hard enough that his knuckles ache ever so slightly.

Finally, there’s a long enough break in the vitriol for Meng Yao to hurry and attempt to explain, “Mr Jameson. As I said this afternoon, I apologize for being late. I understand that it created difficulties for Anne, it was not my intention to make her late to pick up her children from daycare. I had a..a family emergency that required medical attention, it won’t be happening aga-“

Meng Yao gives in and hides his eyes behind his free hand as his boss gains a second wind and resumes shouting, something about how that’s no excuse, that unless he’d broken bones himself there was no reason not to be on time (as if on cue, his ribs and hip protest the fact that he’s currently upright and standing on a hard tile-and-concrete floor). Meng Yao attempts several more times to cut in to apologize further, but in the end it’s useless.

He sets the phone down carefully on the countertop and takes two shallow, grounding breaths before turning back to the room at large. It is, mercifully, still only occupied by Gym Guy.

Unfortunately, Gym Guy is looking right at him - glaring, actually - and Meng Yao ducks his head quickly rather than face that head-on. As quietly as he can he drags his stool and his filing project closer to the phone and settles down again, lips pressed tightly together around the possibility of a pained noise escaping his control. Meng Yao keeps an ear out for convenient places to demur a quiet, “Yes, Mr Jameson,” in between all the slights to his character and his (impeccable, unnecessarily driven, unusual) work ethic, but for the most part he turns his attention back to his project.

Eventually, Mr Jameson’s tirade peters out enough for Meng Yao to lift the phone to his ear again and actually get a few words in edgewise. “I’m sorry for my…unsatisfactory behavior, Mr Jameson,” he lies through his teeth, “But please rest assured that I will not allow this to happen again. If you’ll excuse me, I have customers to attend to.”

Meng Yao returns the phone to its cradle before Mr Jameson can rally enough to start again and he closes his eyes in relief, hand still resting on the receiver as he exhales, long and slow just like Meng Shi taught him.

“That happen a lot?” Gym Guy’s voice is a low rumble under the sloshing of the washing machines and a too-chipper bottle blonde on the tv espousing the many benefits of a Casio label printer (“Look how easy it could be to label all your folders in just a couple easy steps!” If he had 90 bucks he’d buy it in a heartbeat).

“Me being late or Mr Jameson yelling?”

“The yelling. You don’t seem the type to run late.”

[rebelsocialitenyc]

Enclosed - Contemporary Living Room An illustration of a mid-sized, contemporary living room with white walls, a medium-tone wood floor, no fireplace, and no television.

[nearina]

[vintagehomecollection]

Contemporary Apartments, 1982

[life-spire]

[toyastales]

Showstopper!

[amindfulhomecuration]

White, organic and minimal…🍂