I was trolling through the New York Times online (I feel like a yuppie jerk just writing the beginning of that sentence. Sorry.) and found a slide show of the designer Peter Buchanan-Smith's studio in TriBeCa as well as his apartment in Greenwich Village (blah, blah, rich successful people and the places they can afford).
If we had a love child that was an apartment and/or studio inhabited by a man, it would look like this:
Those axes were for sale. And people bought them. All of them. He sold painted axes. That people wanted to buy. How and why?! Either way, good on 'im.
It's 1:40pm and I just ate breakfast and am roaming around the house in my house dress, which is actually a Lolita-esque 1970's cotton tube dress. Weird.
Can't wait to hear stories/see pictures from CUBAAAAAAAHHH!!!!