Who can resist the breathlessly gossipy world of trend hunting? Thereās the sparkling excitement of watching a color, a feeling, or a point of view gather stamina and then finally be deigned queenāat least for a moment. Then: The communal sigh of relief when an aesthetic gone awry is given a thoughtful burial. White bouclĆ©: You were loved by many.
Without fail, you canāt go a season or two without encountering the debate between whether weāre in a maximalist or a minimalist moment. The question it asks is much bigger than, how do we decorate? Itās: how should we live? How do we make meaning in our spaces? Is it an hour for refinement, clarity, and space (also austerity and asceticism) or indulgence, comfort, and expression (along with abundance and ostentatiousness)? Friends, weāre making the call and itās both. Minimal Maximalism isnāt exactly having it both ways. Itās not gilding in the powder room and a plinth of a sofa in the parlor, but more like cherry-picking the plumb aspects of each. Maximalism thrives in its richness and emotion. Itās noticeable, memorable and often rife with meaning. Minimalism appeals to the human need for simplicity and peace. Our appreciation of form over ornamentation. Our deep craving to chillllll outttt. On any given Tuesday, thereās utility in both.