I am now in the middle of one of those tasks I have developed an aversion to - house hunting. I am right now living in a dump. Hey, the rent is cheap so can't really complain, eh. That's the only good thing about this space. And I think the cosmos is playing tricks on me. Even this dump doesn't want me. So now, I need to move. Well, I have only fully unpacked my suitcase a couple of months ago and now I might have to pack again. Good thing I don't have a lot of stuff and I just have clothes and shoes. I'm beginning to think that I'm living a nomadic life.
So okay, moving. I've been looking at residential listings in the papers and online and there's one thing I hate about it. Most of them are fully furnished. I don't want to sound like an asshole but I bet most of the furniture in those rooms I wouldn't like. Well, to be fair, I don't really like a lot of stuff in my room. I just want a bed, a chair, and a lamp.
Again, like the last living space post I did here, I still want my next room to look like Alexander Wang's studio! Black furniture, white walls, dark hardwood floors, lots of space and humongous windows.
And if I'm gonna be a creature derived from the genes of Martha Stewart and Rick Owens, I might make these gorgeous concrete furniture by myself. But I highly doubt that I'm gonna go to the hardware store and pour some cement onto a steel frame to make slabs of concrete to make a table and a chair.
Now I just need to find a space to dump my stuff in and call it home. I'm suddenly craving for Saturday nights at home in front of a TV. Oh wait, I don't have a TV.
Photos of Alexander Wang's studio nicked from theselby.com
Photos of Stefan Zwicky's concrete furniture swiped from hapsical.blogspot.com
Posted by X2