You could make a cardboard box look like a palace with the right sconces – which is why it’s always felt personally offensive that, as a renter in New York City, I’ve been barred from living out my full sophisticated sconce-girl fantasies. I want them everywhere: flanking framed photographs, bracketing my bed, even in the bathroom to fake a boutique-hotel …
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