My first year of university was one of the best years of my life and a large part of that was my housemate Joe. We hosted insane parties, made up drinking games, learned Beirut songs in the kitchen, had pillow fights, joked about the landlord and fell asleep facing the wrong way whilst watching Arrested Development. I’d not seen him for a shamefully long time, and visiting him a couple weeks ago was a magical mix of catching up on “the lost years” and feeling like an 18 year old again.
I’m sharing some photos of his house. I often see images of home interiors and I feel like it’s a very homogenised realm, although maybe it’s just the things I read. I see a lot of cute cushions, floral throws and whimsical kitchenalia, partnered with framed prints from etsy and colour-pop floor rugs. That’s all well and good, but I’d like a house with more personality. I always notice how houses feel, whether it’s warm and inviting or mysterious and secretive. Joe’s house had it’s own unique kind of character; humorous and a bit off the wall. Lego men fought amongst the lights, bommyknocker death balls perched precariously in unlikely rooms and a melancholy little man hung from the lighting cord. It felt like the house had been decorated with the same childlike enthusiasm and adult black comedy that I associate with Joe. It felt like the house was an animated, living realm one could be creative and alive in. It felt like playtime turned into full-time lifetime. How does your house feel?