There’s always something a little mournful about unoccupied apartments, except those in new developments.
Empty but, occasionally, with sparse staging, they seem to me to cry out for attention. They remind me of cats and dogs in cages eager for the release that comes with adoption.
“Take me, I’m yours,” both the creatures and the condos or co-ops plead.
Their challenge — the apartments, not the dogs or cats — is that Continue reading