My pseudonym, oneredbox, is inspired by a rather ridiculous moment. During a visit to a certain Swedish furniture company, I purchased a shelving unit that is built to house accompanying cube-shaped baskets that fit flush to individual compartments. The various baskets are sold separately to satisfy differing tastes. The majority of the baskets are suitably neutral to immediately settle into the aesthetic of the room... except for the one magnificent choice that would clash expertly with the entirety of my living space: a translucent—but striking—red basket.
This basket was an attractive and demanding red that would not be ignored. I bought two neutral baskets, and adopted one red box.
As expected, the box does not fit in. Instead, it stands out in the most harmonious way. Every day, it is a tiny challenge to monotony. One red box may be a small deviance, but it is my reminder to never underestimate spontaneity. The wonderful and sensible can be great partners, and I strive to reflect so in my career by balancing creative impulsivity and structure.