The whiteness is overwhelming, isn't it? Apparently that—as opposed to finessed mass and line—was the tell-tale sign of modernity at the dawn of the 70s. If I were surrounded by an encroaching mob of appliances, I'd get the heck outta Dodge—but our homeowner couple has only eyes for each other. Another disconnect: the use of the Jazz Age font. The 1930s type is bizarrely neo-retro when cast in the context of 'modern' 1970.
