The Fredösphere

Is it ever, at all possible to somehow become too fixated on the importance of design?  To perhaps lose sight of content while one pursues form in its elusive perfection?  Perhaps even become just a little decadent while doing it?

Of course:

More tough guy than tender, there are six different scents in the series, including Garage, Dry Clean, and Tar; in each bottle, ingredients such as ozone, town gas, and nail polish mingle with Chinese cedarwood, bay leaf essence, and bergamot.

Suddenly that dusty, eight-year-old bottle of Polo that's been slowly leaking all over my vanity drawer seems terribly inadequate.

And then:

It’s hard not to blush and murmur that this is the most attractive sandwich maker we’ve ever seen.

Gosh, then I must be unusually good at suppressing blushing and murmuring.

(Follow the links by all means, but they're screwy [how ironic that they would try so hard to get the look just perfect, then drop the ball when it comes to the functioning part of the page.  Beautiful.  Or maybe its all just a post-modern ...no, no, no, stop that!  Aaaaaargh!] so you'll have to type the links into your navigation window yourself.)