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I begin the year by interviewing two particularly interesting -- even confounding -- specimens for a weekly newspaper column I write about New Yorkers and their dwellings: Reiko Gomez, an interior designer who practices feng shui, and her husband, Peter Kaplan, a trader and financial advisor. |
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Having recently moved, old mattress and all, into an apartment in the East Village, I'm curious about what sort of a prescription Reiko might give for my new habitat. |
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Reiko arrives at my apartment one Friday afternoon with her lo pan, a compass that functions sort of like a sextant does for a celestial navigator. Its readings help feng shui practitioners arrive at an equation that is the energetic blueprint or diagnosis for you and your Home. |
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"That's a poison arrow," she says, alarmingly. "Not so great for health. Cover it." Cover it? A massive steel beam wrapped in 75-year-old plaster? |
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She is not helping the situation, either, as she has just fixed up her children's 25-year-old babysitter with one of her own discards. |
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