After resigning my lease this month (heading into my third year in the same place!), I started writing this over-analytical, cheesy “ode to my humble abode” post to go with these pics, but after I wrote things like “the apartment had seen hundreds of bottles of wine opened and shared with friends, which is why the vases were filled with corks instead of water,” I immediately ditched the essay and decided to stick with the visual. You know, like a true writer.
I am absolutely in love with the studio. It is perfect in every way and I feel very lucky to call it home and I promise to write about everything it has seen one of these days.
Well. Not everything.