Who shoes are they in the corner. Leave them at the door its a custom. . -Michael Florrimell Reply

Mrs Minimalism meets Mr Zen: "Take off your white sandys (but leave your clothes on) and come inside. Sit on the all white designer, minimalistic sofa (still covered in clear, shop plastic) in the DK style, all white and clear glass, penthouse appartment. Listen to this all black and white music! Look at the view of the CBD, Opera House, Harbour Bridge, North and South Heads and the rest of Sydney Harbour and over to Port Jackson. Impressive? Come outside onto the enormous, whiteish balcony and sit by the all black pool. Put on this chemical-intake, reducing gas-mask". Standing outside no mention is made of the Sydney Harbour Tunnel, chimney-stacks blocking out over 40% of the view. No mention is made of the black and grey particle fall-out that stuck to the cloths and covered the balcony plants and floor. No mention is made while looking through binoculars of the continual, ever-changing yellow, purple, and blue-green toxin cloud spewing out from the mouth of each chimney-stack like mini volcanos. Mr Zen meets Mrs Minimalism. . -Z Reply

All I see are the shoes, absorbing every note as you dance the night away making you move to your own beat and after you take them off they are still singing...but maybe I'm looking too deep? . -T Reply