Chandeliers are marvels of drop-dead showiness, the jewellery of architecture.
Always the light fixtures I love are Italian, from the '50s and '60s. I'm like, 'What's that? I want it!' And it's always $40,000 vintage Italian.
Why have one chandelier when you can have two?
Never buy anything in a room with a chandelier.
I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?
I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers.
Soap operas are a world where rich people always have chandeliers and hip people have striped hair and the language that they use doesn't have any flexibility anymore.
Consider everything in the nature of a hanging fixture a weakness, and naked radiators an abomination.
