Me in my office
Somewhere amid the zillions of hate comments on my last post (yikes!) someone suggested I post some photos of my apartment, and I’ve decided to do just that! Also, Tavi has been blogging about her bedroom recently, and obvs I have to do everything Tavi does.
As some of you long time readers know, I’ve lived in many-a-shithole, both in London and NYC. My current apartment is the first place I’ve lived, since moving out of my parents’ house, that didn’t look like this. However I can’t take much credit for it. My roommate, Amanda, lived here for a year before me and is primarily responsible for the house looking the way it does. Minus my room.
Da living room, where we have cerebral conversations and mutually masturbate (simultaneously).
Our shrine to Artemis, virgin goddess of the hunt, wilderness, wild animals, childbirth and plague.
My friend Phoebe looking hot while eating tacos in our pop art kitchen. The chalkboard wall in the background is where we jot down our important business notes.
Fridge, complete with multiple of Brad’s piss drawings. Those colorful Polaroids are “aura photos”, purchasable from Magic Jewelry in Chinatown. What color is your aura? Find out today for just $15!
“Grizley Spears” collage, made by Amanda and her friend Selma. When I asked what the inspiration behind it was, Amanda replied, “We were drunk”.
This is a portrait of my friend Lauren as a child. You may recognize Lauren as the exercise instructor from our High Fashion Exercise video.
Middle Eastern Madonna purchased by Amanda for $20 from a homeless man on Bedford Avenue. Great for staring at while peeing.
Gotta have my bowl gotta have vitamins (and cranberry pills to promote urinary track health).
One of Hamilton’s important science experiments that I’m not allowed to touch.
My room! Was going to clean it up for the picture but then remembered I promised to “get real”, so decided to leave the underwear on the floor. American flag purchased from Duane Read for just $9.99 yall!
It’s very Tavi of me to be reading this book.
We are fans of “art”.
… and “music”.
Paper model of laughing Hasidic Jew. (No home is complete without one.)
Scientology stress test machine usurped by Amanda as a trophy after having lezbionic sex with a Scientologist. Handy at dinner parties.