Friday, March 27, 2009
Living NYC Style
Probably the most famous apartment in NYC doesn't belong to The Trump, but to a passel of angsty 20-somethings. It's impossibly large, the heater doesn't work, and it has that oh-so-cheeky picture frame around the peephole.
Oh yeah - and it has some really liberated neighbours, I hear.
But.... the idea of visiting NYC has me thinking of the stereotypical New York "pad," where everything is cool and you could have a cocktail party with perfect music break out at any moment. I want that apartment!! Mine has so much potential, with too much furniture (and a gawdawful kitchen).
So at this juncture, I turn to www.apartmenttherapy.com for some soft core home reno porn. Seriously - this site has it all and a hat tree. Nice graphic design, reasonable writing (where there is some), beautiful home tours... and they all cater to those of us who live in small spaces. :) yay!
J - I hope we meet some nice non-axe-murderer types who will invite us to come see their place in some hip doorman building near the park, someone with a bedroom like... this, maybe? It would solve your shoe lust, for sure...
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Oh I don't know I think it will flare up my house lust, I too feel your pain. In my tiny probably actual NYC size place, with no working heater for the next two weeks. I too have no cheeky frame, I could do that but everyone knows where it's from, the pastiche would be lame. Other than that - I have a hideous couch. But seriously I would like in NYC if I could, I just can justify that kind of debt now, the real thing we should be looking for is someone we can marry for love and of course MONEY... oops did I say that?
ReplyDeleteBAHAHAH of course.
ReplyDeleteThat's what I think - my sister is going to connect us with her friend who is much more plugged into the social scene there in NYC - maybe she can take us out to a happening nightspot where we can perch on the edge of a swanky barstool and look hot while the eligible but oh-so-socially-aware bachelors rub their eyes wondering where we've been all their lives.
Ahem.
Or we can throw ourselves shamelessly at every hot guy we see. Either one.