I long for faces – and have started hanging them up at home
15.2.2021
Translation: Veronica Bielawski
Masks, distancing rules and the sound of silence have turned my city into a ghost town. I miss people and their faces. Interior design has become my coping mechanism.
Whenever I go out, I smile at people on the street. I want something from them. No, I’m not after money or even a conversation. I just want to see their faces. The very part of them that now remains hidden under a mask. I’ll take a smile full of crooked teeth over an expensive designer mask any day of the week; a head game of my own creation over the sight of the umpteenth disposable mask.
I’m falling into pareidolia. As of late, shapes that only vaguely resemble human facial features turn into full-blown faces in my mind. I see smiley faces on cars. And there’s a clown grinning at me from my very own living room wall. His name’s Gustav. His countenance restores that familiar feeling I’ve been missing.
Before the lockdown, all I had to do was look out the window and I’d see the trendy restaurant around the corner brimming with life. Now, it stands deserted. With the exception of the lone Uber Eats courier now and then.
Pia Seidel
Senior Editor
Pia.Seidel@digitecgalaxus.chLike a cheerleader, I love celebrating good design and bringing you closer to everything furniture- and interior design- related. I regularly curate simple yet sophisticated interior ideas, report on trends and interview creative minds about their work.
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