Monday, November 28, 2016
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Bottles across the widow (which leads to the roof) along with bits from Nylon's glitter goth and poolside spread.
Various photos, magazine cut outs, and posters (my pride and joy being my signed Lights one duh) on the low ceiling above my bed.
My (far too large) jacket collection strewn across my door and closet along with my main purses (at the moment being my leather backpack).
My bed in its natural form.
A little look at my shoe collection along with the nickel board I stole from a friend in freshman year, and of course my "I'm a Belieber" magnet (a prized possession).
My guitars carefully yet carelessly placed next to my keyboard and bookshelf.
My DVD collection next along with the TV I picked off the side of the road over the summer, and a bouquet of dollar store plastic flowers.
Closer look into the true center of my room (my bed).
A couple of posters I stole from a pop up during Fashion Week over my dresser and bookshelf
I never fully bothered to organize my makeup resulting in this chaos.
My favorite images over my bed (left to right: A Front Bottoms poster, This Is Our Youth, an editorial about School of American Ballet, a sticker from High Schoolers for Bernie, a Central Park Zoo ticket from a date, my train pass from 2 summers ago, a photo of my grandmother, a portrait from a friend, a postcard given to me by Tenn from The Deep End Club [RIP], a photo from a flee market in Williamsburg, this ridiculous essay my friend wrote, a postcard saying "My Outfit is NOT an invitation", a ticket to the Whitney from the first date with my ex boyfriend, "Happy Birthday to My Best Gay" card from my 16th, a photo Ben took, 2 post cards from Leslie Lohman, a photo from the Whitney rooftop, and a letter my friend Jurnee wrote me)
A One Direction shrine because??
Bits and bobs next to my bed (highlights include: multiple photos of Zayn, a dollar store "Feliz Cumpleanos" banner, and a Stop Slut poster from 2013).