Bohemian like me...
So someone requested some pics of my apartment -- not in a creepy way. More a curious way. And I'll agree, there's a lot you can tell from someone by the space they inhabit.
But I was accused of being bohemian.
Which was weird. Quite honestly, I don't see it -- though I can't say I totally dislike the idea.
I personally feel that any design or decorative weirdness is merely due to being the byproduct of hippies.
But I look at the images, and all I see is mess, bad paint (not my fault) and IKEA furniture... no boho/artist in sight.
But it is an interesting perspective, I'll admit.
Ok -- am now stupidly tired. PLenty of booze plus being out and social for seven-plus hours equals sleepy.
Zzzzzzz.
posted by /hg | 2:10 a.m.
2 Comments:
i never even *thought* that asking for pics of your apartment could be considered creepy. you know me. i'm nosey. end of.
anyway, you ARE bohemian. you have the looks, the lifestyle and now - obviously - the apartment.
yeah, you'll soon be moving to paris. and walt disney will make a colourful animated romanticised movie of your life.
and i'll be played by a cartoon pig, or something...
kisses babe,
ro.
Opium junkies!
Dammit, I knew I was missing something in my apartment.
Perhaps I'll bring some home from Thailand.
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