Call me crazy if you like, but I’m about ready for a gigantic, sweeping resurgence of art nouveau decor. I want to live in a world where even the most trivial, everyday utensils are transformed into baroque sculptures of organic decadence interwoven with motifs of jellyfish and scandalously nude, full-figured women. I want more Toulouse-Lautrec prints! I want more Aubrey Beardsley! I want eating utensils sculpted to look like twigs with big slugs and dragonflies crawling all over them! Yeah! Bring on the revolution, baby!
Well, I said you can call me crazy if you like.