Bathroom Study for Cultured

The faucet, stripped of pretense, becomes a monument to function; the bath tray hovers like a minimalist altar; the tub comes off the wall; soap dangles; a lemon appears. Chermayeff invites us to contemplate the metaphysics of rinsing, wiping, and reclining in suds. Ultimately, these bathrooms scenario a noir novella-Kafka meets Kohler. It’s as if Donald Judd moonlighted as a plumber, leaving behind cryptic blueprints and spatial puns. You don’t read these images. You squat with them, loiter beside them, and eventually flush your assumptions away. In the temple of the toilet, Chermayeff is both priest and prankster. A king on his throne.