We'll see. I tacked on that 'supposedly,' because I imagine I'll change it eight or nine hundred more times. But it's finally feeling complete.
This my first NYC apartment space that I actually created. (The sublet was furnished, and I just moved in there with a couple suitcases.) This place I picked out myself in Hell's Kitchen, and started with almost nothing, except the Moroccan rugs and albums I kept stored in Denver.
It could use a painting or two or even a print, but close. I added a few of the plants and the album covers this weekend:
Here's the same room, from the right side, instead of the left:
And the bedroom is pulling up the rear, with almost up. That "almost" is only as of noon. I pounded in some nails to hang a column of ballcaps, taped up a favorite Calvin & Hobbes clipping that used to be on my fridge, and got a picture of all my nieces and nephews into a frame. But it needs work. Soon.
Meanwhile, I asked friends on my facebook page if anyone could ID all six albums. That would be hard enough without the dark, fuzzy photo, so here they are closer up:
Anyone? We want name of the artist, and the album. Six of my favorites--though I picked them out of a mix of love for the artist/album and the visual sense. (Eg, that was my third favorite WZ album, but the most visually striking, by far. So it's standing in for all his work in my heart.)