I checked some of my favorite blogs this morning while my mind was still soft and open from yoga and it occurred to me that the acceptance of wear in the fabric of a building is a repudiation of tract house perfection: all the plaster smooth (or worse, textured), every angle square, well chosen landscaping – but the roof is tar-paper, the walls are matchboarding and drywall, and the garden is subsoil with the minimum of bought compost and ubiquitous, dead, tidy mulch. And all the houses in one development have a sameness, no matter what extraneous trim.
What a blessing the interwebs are then, with candid photos and much more ebb and flow of ideas and opinions than were possible in top-down publishing! It seems less about selling and posing now, and more about sharing, and value-based sharing at that.
Industrial chic too: function, noble wear, honest materials. Interesting.