When you allow your eyes to scan all 400 square feet of your Manhattan loft, does something feel missing? No, I'm not talking about a dishwasher or a laundry machine, I mean something that would lend that special bit of New York apartment je ne sais quoi. Like, for example, a door from the subway car you ride to your poorly-paid-but-creatively/intellectually-stimulating job?
I know all I want this holiday season is to replace my front door with one of these puppies. But which? Decisions, decisions.
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