Talk to me, my stuff

Six months after the name went on the lease, my apartment sits clean for the first time in what seems like forever: the product of time to waste. And so here is a tour, not of rooms or walls or windows, but the borrowed, bought, and stole pictures, photos and frames that fill my mind-space.

Bulletin bruises: Me vs. Megan Fox, Jackson Pollock and Disco-Schtick

Thrifted treasure chest and green on greenery

Madam kitchen wall, found at Goodwill

Frames waiting for wall space, sunglass on display

Mum's abstracts, vintage suit carrying-case

Digital graffiti by Brian, gifted scarlett and Mr. Mcqueen at Holts

Niagara by tilt lens, magazine ad and thrifted frame

Window watching

George Orwell is rolling over in his grave right now. Thanks for going live, Google.