Electra in the Kitchen

The apartment is somehow European: high-ceilinged, furnished sparsely, wall after wall of books; above all, drenched .in light. Occupant clearly does not much believe in curtains. Beyond the high windows is a bit of green, the western fringe of Manhattan; then the Hudson River and the ramparts of New Jersey.

Going past the kitchen, one of course peeks in. But where are the dazzling ranks of copper pans, the terra-cotta roasters in quaint shapes, the infinite cutlery (this for filleting a minnow, that for beheading a woolly mammoth)? This is a working kitchen, please go and enjoy your drink in the living room. Elsewhere, there’s no nonsense either, none of the frippery beloved of magazine photographers—not so much as a Marimekko-design floor cushion for the visitor.

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The apartment is somehow European: high-ceilinged, furnished sparsely, wall after wall of books; above all, drenched .in light. Occupant clearly does not much believe in curtains. Beyond the high windows is a bit of green, the western fringe of Manhattan; then the Hudson River and the ramparts of New Jersey.

Going past the kitchen, one of course peeks in. But where are the dazzling ranks of copper pans, the terra-cotta roasters in quaint shapes, the infinite cutlery (this for filleting a minnow, that for beheading a woolly mammoth)? This is a working kitchen, please go and enjoy your drink in the living room. Elsewhere, there’s no nonsense either, none of the frippery beloved of magazine photographers—not so much as a Marimekko-design floor cushion for the visitor.