My pre-war New York apartment has plenty of unphotogenic quirks, but the bathroom is the real offender. It’s so small that even I – at 5’5” – have to choreograph my movements. The tub crowds the toilet, the toilet blocks the sink, and overhead looms the worst offense of all: a ceiling light, installed lord knows when, casting a harsh, interrogation-style glow.
Or rather, it was. Because I eventually stumbled upon a workaround with potential to make my bathroom lighting not only update the space, but totally change it: the Gem by Tulip.
