We don't need to be experts in each artist's medium. We simply need to be curious and demonstrate that we believe what artists are doing is important—to call their creative risks "good" just as the Creator blessed his own handiwork in the first seven days—and to bless that work by giving it our attention and sharing in it. If Christians should excel at anything, it is sharing with each other deeply.

—Joshua Banner, "The Practitioner," in David Taylor ed., For the Beauty of the Church

Every Sunday, in its design section, The New York Times Magazine ran a picture of some sort of apartment. I began to think of it as that apartment. The walls were always pure white and free of moldings, casings, baseboards, and all the rest. In the living room there were about 17,000 watts' worth of R-40 spotlights encased in white canisters suspended from the ceiling in what is known as track lighting. There was always a set of bentwood chairs, blessed by Le Corbusier, which no one ever sat in because they caught you in the small of the back like a karate chop. The dining-room table was a smooth slab of blond wood (no ogee edges, no beading on the legs), Around which was a set of the S-shaped, tubular steel, cane-bottomed chairs that Mies van der Rohe had designed—the second most famous chair designed in the twentieth century, his own Barcelona chair being the first, but also one of the five most disastrously designed, so that by the time the main course arrived, at least one guest had pitched face forward into the lobster bisque. Somewhere nearby was a palm or a dracaena fragrans or some other huge tropical plant, because all the furniture was so lean and clean and bare and spare that without some prodigious piece of frondose Victoriana from the nursery the place looked absolutely empty.

—Tom Wolfe, From Bauhaus to Our House

As to whether or not he was a good host, Montesquiou had this to say: "I sometimes asked myself that; no doubt I was, a little despotically. That is, I liked my receptions better than I liked my guests, who perhaps perceived this."

---Edgar Munhall, Whistler and Montesquiou: the Butterfly and the Bat