Oh my god. I just popped the plastic wrapping on the book about staircases I bought when I was in LA.
IT IS PORN.
Humungous double-page spreads of shapely staircases, their thrusting diagonals and sensuous spirals crossing the air in a veritable orgy of ascension. I may never draw a generic “staircase” again; this book has opened my eyes to the gorgeous specificity possible in the domain of stairs.
And I may leave a few suspicious stains on the pages of this book in the process.