India, Jan. 16 -- First, we called it a Bachelor Pad, that dudes-only home, which indicated that it was free from the contamination of sundry domesticity - no doily, no vase, no cushions, no lamps. The look soon devolved into a cliche: La-Z-Boy recliner (bonus points if it has a cup-holder), big flatscreen, a bar fridge of beer, posters that stopped being cool 20 years ago, the smell of fried snacks on the mattress, minimal lighting and maximum "please don't expect personality." So, we started calling it the Man Cave - more Neanderthal, less urbane. It was the bunker where design went to die. But it looks like Man is cleaning up his Cave.

Men now approach interiors with the same intensity they once reserved for cars, gaming rigs and fitn...