Oh, Hamish...

Oh, yes. I agree with him. After having lived in several apartments that were basically four walls and some utilitarian furniture for years having an apartment or space that would be all mine has always felt very good. Like he says, many people enjoy living in very Spartan quarters (he says sensory deprivation tank, natch) especially those who follow to the letter something as Instagrammable  as the Japandi style, for example. Well, that or any of the highly curated, very influencer-liked styles in which decor is thinned down to the most basic of arrangements to provide room for highly stylized pictures.

I am not a collector, like Hamish, but I do like to surround myself with my favorite things. Like him, I have tons of books and clothes and objects that I have accumulated in the last fourteen or fifteen years. One morning, when you wake up, you realize how much 'stuff' you have and the idea of moving (like he's going to do) would give me panic attacks.

I don't know about you, but moving for me is an exercise in anxiety: I fret before, during and after the move. I like things to be organized (or in a catalogued state of chaos) so for me the intrinsically messy nature of a move sends me in a slight panic. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to move from New York to London but moving all my possessions would still make me run for the hills.

Now, his style. This apartment is obviously fabulous. We come at a time of slight chaos but you can still appreciate how fab it is. That trompe l'oeil door? The Cecil Beaton books? The Bunny Rogers portrait (and suit)? The Noël Coward bust? The Truman Capote portrait? 

My knickknacks are of course not as fabulous as Hamish's but I guess they all have their stories, too. We all have attachments to things that mean something to us and are in a sense, invaluable. I would love to have that Truman Capote portrait, though..

So, what's your favorite object in your home? I think mine could be a "T" Number 3 Climax Sewing machine from the early nineteen hundreds in its original wooden case that was given to me by the manfriend. I think it still works but I don't dare plug it in. 

XOXO