Jan 10
1979. A time when "bathroom design" meant transforming your lavatory into a slippery, pink marble mausoleum dedicated to the gods of humidity. There is so much polished stone here that the acoustic resonance of dropping a bar of soap would probably shatter those perfume bottles. Our bather looks deeply pensive, likely calculating the exact friction coefficient required to stand up without sliding straight across the room and into the mirrored abyss. It’s opulent, it’s dangerous, and it smells faintly of musk and excessive disposable income.
Sourced from the April 1979 issue of House Beautiful.
