Unhappy Hipsters

He felt much more comfortable in the pink Panton chair, surrounded by his favorite things. But since they had company…

(Photo: Ake E:Son Lindman; Dwell, February 2009)

Unable to speak, the baby telepathically plead with the man not to put him back in the green-plastic-pod bassinet.

(Photo: Hertha Hernaus; Dwell, February 2009)

Oh, to feel the smooth teak of the dining table under his paws.

(Photo: Dean Kaufman; Dwell, July/August 2006)

She longed to luxuriate in a curvaceous claw-foot tub, surrounded by flickering candles.

(Photo: Gunnar Knechtel; Dwell, September 2009)

One day, after a particularly dull afternoon, she would yank hard enough on the vertical drawer to wrench it off the track, sending everything crashing to the floor—and tell her husband it was an accident. But not today.

(Photo: Jack Thompson; Dwell March 2008)

Silence had become their only weapon.

(Photo: Unknown, Dwell)

Beyond all the inherent superficialities, there was the task of decoding profile subtext. She wondered why she’d ever considered online dating.

(Photo: Dean Kaufman; Dwell, December/January 2007)

It became his morning ritual. He woke, stepped to the window, and fantasized about the day he would be free of his knotty-pine cell.

(Photo: Hertha Hernaus; Dwell, July/August 2008)

What? It’s a totally comfy reading nook.

(Photo: Hertha Hernaus; Dwell, February 2009)