Room Stories

This morning I woke up feeling that good ole creative itch.  I combed through Decor8 for a visual pick me up.  I feel like home decor is an easy way to quench the artistic impulse when I don't have time to say, make a dance, shoot a short film, or write freely. 

The color+texture of the rooms can tell stories of their own, and sometimes, when I get the itch bad, I'll allow myself 15 minutes to re-arrange something in my home. It's like an instant download from your brain into something tangible and visible, which is great for clearing some mindspace when all of those big ideas get in the way of getting stuff done!

PS. How awesome is that pink on pink??? SOMEBODY'S got a tendency towards neutrals with a pop of color!

*All photos from Decor8

Sh*t New Yorkers Say

I have actually said most of these things at some point during the time that I've lived here. It's official, for better or for worse... I'm a New Yorker!

After leaving home for college, I never imagined that almost seven years later I'd still be in this city. I've traveled the world and will probably never satisfy my wanderlust, but the fact remains that I keep coming back to this place. It's been such a love/hate up/down roller coaster, and I think any New Yorker can empathize with that sentiment. At the end of the day though, no matter how much sh*t I talk about this city, I know in my heart of hearts that I'm right at home. 

Lineposters

Confession: I spend an inordinate amount of time designing and picking out stuff for my dream apartment. Said apt has ridiculously high ceilings, lots of light, an eclectic mix of found and designed furniture, and plenty of wall space for cool art (let's not forget about the bathtub in the bedroom). I love these minimalist screen prints of city metro maps, and I think NYC or Berlin would fit perfectly in my imaginary home. 

Heart v. Brain

When I first saw this cartoon a few months ago, I had a little tiny bit of a chuckle before I realized it's one of those things that's humorous because it's true. UGH.  

A few days ago during a conversation I was having with one of my best friends (let’s call her Bambie) the image popped back into my mind. Bambie was telling me how happy she was to be seeing a really great new guy, but that she was paranoid that even though he seems totally awesome, sweet, creative, caring, and warm, he’d turn out to be a complete lying a-hole like her previous boyfriend. “Stop projecting!” was my immediate response, which, like all advice, is easier said than done.

A few days later,  another close friend was talking about something similar, he really wants a relationship, but feels like it’s just too risky open himself up to someone after having been hurt before.

I started thinking about the times I’ve taken my past experiences and projected them onto new relationships before they’ve had a chance to reveal what they will be.  Is it because relationships so often let us down that the self -preservation kicks in as soon as we feel even remotely excited or happy? Or do we ensure the disappointment and failure of a relationship by projecting all our fears from past experiences onto brand new ones? Both?  Someone with all the answers please read and advise. THX.