When I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, I moved to New York City by myself and was very lucky to have found an amazing, albeit small, studio space downtown. In a doorman building, high ceiling with exposed beams to boot, vintage glass door knobs, beautiful view of a church across the street… BUT for the life of me, I could not remember why I disliked my bathroom floor so much. It was tiled with the classic black and white pattern, nothing quite fancy as the one pictured above! But it was simple, easy on the eye, perfect for a tiny New York City apartment. Now looking back, I wish I still had that floor. I blame it on age and just simply didn't know any better! These images of black and white tiles really made me appreciate what I had many odd years ago… and the possibilities!
… at the Åpent Bakeri in Oslo.