Anyone I have ever lived with will tell you that I am a freak about lighting. The first thing I do when I get home is turn off all the overhead lights and flick on every lamp in the apartment. Something about the recessed lighting beaming down mercilessly from above makes me anxious: it reminds me of the terrible fluorescent lights embedded in drop-down ceilings at work, which give everyone a sad pale sheen and seem to emphasize forehead grease.
Ah, yes: the “gallery wall.” One of those phrases designers throw around constantly but offer little instruction on how to achieve. Though I have had no expert training in the gallery wall (does such a thing exist?), I’ve picked up some tips and tricks from my own experiments that should be helpful for the everyday nester.