It all started with the sock drawer.
Or rather with Richard Roger's sock drawer...
..and these words (you may have read this here before) from an article in The New Yorker by Deborah Copak Kogan -
I opened Richard Rogers’s sock drawer and started to cry. It was beautiful. It
was perfect. It did not only what a good sock drawer should do—organize socks—it
did what great works of art aspire to do. It took the bedlam of everyday life,
organized it with careful attention to spatial harmony, color balance, and
composition, and transformed it from chaos to order, from ordinary to
extraordinary, from a simple container for necessities into a perfect expression
of the artist’s philosophy: minimalism, bright colors, functionality, form.
So I went upstairs and emptied my sock drawer out on the bed.
How many pairs did you say you had?
I have 19 and a half.