I feel conflicted about these beautiful images: how could I ever bear to cook in these kitchens and mess up that wonderful paint? I see a future where I have a spinning wall between two kitchens (functional/dirty and beautiful/clean) and when I pull down on a bust like a lever the wall rotates 180 degrees to reveal the kitchen of my desire. Like a superhero's layer meets Julia Child's kitchen. I'd cook in the functional one, spin the wall, and then entertain in the Romanian one:)