A spacious, sunlit industrial-style loft apartment with an open-plan living area, dining table, kitchen bar, and a drafting desk.

“My loft was large, seeing as it took up the whole floor. And it was every inch me. What it was not, was elegant or palatial. Along the left side of the loft was my bathroom, which had doors to the main space and to my closet, something that separated it from my bedroom. In front of that wall was my dining room table, an oval of glass over curved lines of wood slashing in various ways to support it. It hosted eight comfortable, upholstered chairs, those also a study of curves, in cream. Over this, three crystal-covered lamp drones hovered, currently unlit. To the back was a long bar with four mismatched stools on the outside, a variety of cookware hanging from a rack above it. Opposite, there was a long counter and the uninterrupted slant of windows (which I now saw, with a sinking stomach, needed to be cleaned, inside and out). All of this made up my kitchen. The middle of the space was taken up with my wide, deep couch and four armchairs arranged around a circular table. At the corner back right, facing the kitchen (and the windows) was a big, old-fashioned “drafting desk for use when I wanted to sit at one and work, but not go down to my studio. The wings to its sides and the trays stationed under it were cluttered with a disorganized rainbow of colored pencils and pens. At the corner right front windows, there was a chaise longue that had an elaborate gold hook lamp drone drifting above it, a colorful silk, tasseled shawl thrown over it, and an antique, tri-legged table See more