Oh. My. God. I have found nirvana in decorating. Or, perhaps I should say, someone else's decorating. And--he's a yougin' with the instincts of a Boomer.
I am referring to a Mr. Cullen Meyer, who has been collectng the 50s and everything kitschy associated with it, since he was 12. And he does it to the Nth degree, which, if you are going to go whole hog on the 1950s, is the ONLY way to go.
Check out this profile of Mr. Meyer and his style by Steven Kurutz in today's NY Times. And do yourself a BIG Favor: look at the slideshow of the rest of the apartment. It's to die for. Which I guess actually did happen beause it had been in the same family for generations, untouched, so I guess someone really did have to die before Meyer was able to move in, no disrespect intended. Well, at least the spirit of the former occupant can take comfort in knowing that the current resident embraces the period with gusto!
Were I Mr. Meyer, I'd get in touch with Theresa Caputo of Long Island Medium just to find out what the spirit has to say. He or she might even have some decorating tips.