loving my room

After three years in nyc, I now buy Sevens and Citizens of Humanity jeans for $160 and don't even blink an eye. Ironically, I've found great satisfaction endulging in this new sense of materialism, and it was only a matter of time. I broke down and finally bought a bed! Ok it's still the tatami, but fitted within a solid wood bed stand that is, yes, off the ground.



Gone are the days of ascetic living. I finally got sick of living minimally and with crappy (or no) furniture, and decided I needed to have more adult decor even if it was for my (still) teenie east village space. I decorated in an Eastern style, of course. Beloved knic knacs d' arte from my travels throughout China.




After weeks of catalog browsing and comparison shopping, too dark espresso shades and too light teak hues, I decided to take the plunge and go vintage - a 'mid-century modern' 1950's Danish bookshelf from City of Lost Arts. (which was, incidentally, a pain in the arse to bring home and set-up by myself, one of the few times I wished I had a man to help! aiya)




Chinese painting scrolls, and my grandfather's poem (mounted on a scroll), written when he reached Lhasa - and stood at the top of the Potala Palace.