The denuding of Greenwich homes

While I am not the final arbiter of taste, just a mere Realtor, to awake yet another day to the denuding of yet another classic Greenwich house is most distressing.

All the architectural elements of an elegant 1977 Georgian Colonial stripped away, and beautiful brick coated in the ubiquitous white of our current crop of “white farmhouses”!

Where are the shutters, the foundation plantings, the new erased tones of its original incarnation? The interior, also coated in white, is “staged” with white furniture upholstered in white and adjacent to a white kitchen and white bathrooms.

Have the crown moldings, wainscoting, colorful granite, coffered ceilings, and inlaid floors fled to the eyelids of today’s furry, eye-lashed women as they wander about in skintight yoga pants?

I do not yearn for the shoulder-padded 1930s ladies in Busby Berkeley musicals or the flapper dresses of the Roaring Twenties; nor do I expect women to wear hats as they are questioned in the courtroom of a “Perry Mason” rerun. But, where oh where is originality, style, and, above all, COLOR?

In years to come, if we have some, what will our children think about the bland uniformity of our current moment? They will certainly note that the homes of the 2020s betrayed not an iota of individuality, that all the women in “streaming” reruns had the exact same absolutely straight, shoulder-length hair, parted in the middle, and, in Greenwich, highlighted blond!

They will also notice, if they drive down Milbank Avenue, the gray rectangle on a corner, and maybe wonder, if they are newcomers to town, if it is a small Bodega. Does one really need an architect to design a rectangle? Perhaps I am stuck in the past, and, if so, it was a great deal more stylish than our present. Maxwell P. Wiesen, Greenwich