THE office had a clean new aroma, sort of like a crisp, freshly painted $20 bill. It was large and in excellent taste. Modern, yet with a nice traditional feel. It isn't easy to be both at one and the same time, yet here it was. The deep rich cinnamon carpeting not only absorbed the bright sunshine streaming in through the south window, but seemed to be creating some of its own. It was beautiful. Most impressive was the desk. There was none. Only a series of low, superbly designed, backless couches scattered around the room with an artless carefully arranged carelessness. Foam rubber cushions, covered with lovely hand-loomed chocolate-tinted fabric imported from Israel. Hand rubbed walnut done by a Japanese architect now residing in New Hope, Pennsylvania. Altogether an exercise in good taste...