The Spaceship Down The Street

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Anne and Vincent LiMauro moved into the southernmost apartment, which they bought for $225,000. As successive units were sold and inhabited, and their residents began to embellish their spaces, Mrs. LiMauro and Brennan, the floral designer who sold her apartment to Ms. Preneta and Mr. Sispoidis, designated themselves the aesthetics police.

“We dressed all in black and became night marauders and Ninja warriors,” said Brennan, sneaking out late at night to remove wreathes on front doors, as well as doormats and dog beds, or anything else that marred the purity of the place, in their estimation, “cleaning it up and cleaning it up until the essence of the building came back.”

Didn’t anyone complain?

“I think they just got tired of replacing their stuff,” she said.

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So a bunch of artists and aesthetes complain about the hide-bound aesthetic fascists who almost don't let individual expression happen ... and then some of those very same artists and aesthetes shit all over the individual expression of anyone who doesn't kow-tow to their favored aesthetic.

Stealing dog beds because they "mar the purity"?

Authoritarian bastards.

In fact, the more powerful the demos (the people) the less individual freedom we each have. When folks get to vote on zoning laws, sumptuary laws, paint colors, etc., then individual freedom shrinks.

Democracy merely means "people vote". It says nothing about freedom.

These are, at best, orthogonal.