WHY MUST WE always be subject to the laws of good taste? Need we really wear silk shoes to a black-tie affair when tall, heeled boots feel so much more empowering? Must Lady Mary of Downton Abbey ride sidesaddle, even with her hair newly chopped into a modern bob? And must walls always be painted a polite satin or eggshell finish?
This last “rule” came to mind recently as I stood in the very tall and all-too-dim stairwell of our Brooklyn brownstone, desperate to give it a sign of life and a bit of brightness that was not incandescent, halogen or LED. A mischievous thought occurred to me: Why not paint it in high gloss?