Archive for: April, 2010

Well, Since You Asked

One of our many blog readers, Katie, requested that we post about our styles. One reason for the delay has been a crazy, crazy week. But I’ve also been mulling it over. It’s a hard topic to distill into a single post like this. Hopefully, it will be distilled into a single apartment, which we’ve yet to find. And bad news, our broker had a knee injury so it looks like we’ll be starting over with somebody new tomorrow. Or something. And I still don’t have a job/internship for the summer. Gulp.

Everything. Will. Work. Out.

But back to the topic at hand. I like modern design. I grew up around modern furnishings and design elements, and that’s the aesthetic I gravitate towards. In rebellion to the rest of my household, I filled my bedroom at home with antiques when I was younger. And while I still have a healthy respect for old stuff, I tend to appreciate it more now in small doses. We’re looking at pre-war apartments mostly, so hopefully that will be represented more in architectural details.

If I were answering this question a few years ago, I would have said something like “Oh, retro.” And it was true, I was completely enamored with the fifties. I wanted to be a rockabilly. I wanted to live in a 50s prefab house and I wanted to pretend I was Andy Griffith’s neighbor. Depending upon how wealthy I got, I wanted to hire an actor to pretend to be my friendly milkman. This was before Mad Men, so the available role models weren’t as glamorous as Don Draper or Roger Sterling. But I would have liked to be this guy:

Maybe a different kind of dog. And black socks.

Photo from Jennifer Greenburg. Check out her site and maybe buy her new book!

But over time, I’ve also learned to like 50s kitsch in moderation. There are a few things I keep around that would fit right in at that guy’s house, and I find that style especially appropriate in kitchens. But for main living space and bedrooms, I prefer something a little more current, a little cleaner, with nods at the past without looking like it came out of the past. If that makes sense. And while I’m all about mid-century modern, the abundance of tapered wooden legs that everyone is hankering for is kind of wearing on me.

So I would say you should expect to see some modern-modern, some mid-century modern, some space-age modern, and a little 50s kitsch to keep you on your toes. It will probably qualify as a teeny-tiny space, so we’ll be trying to keep things simple and well-curated without sacrificing on the things we want. To illustrate, here are some pictures I’ve been liking, with some elements you might see popping up in the new place.

From Apartment Therapy.

Who doesn’t love an Eames lounge chair? And the molded side shell in the back isn’t bad either. I can even dig that ornate silver platter in the foreground. A little woodsy for me– maybe a different side table?– but still. Nice.

Photo from The Brick House. Awesome kilim, nice industrial (AND DIY!) shelving unit, and another Eames chair.

From Apartment Therapy. I want those upholstered orange Eames shells. You might be sensing a theme. I also love the marble-topped table, and I think having a big floor lamp as opposed to a pendant is a clever choice for a rental unit. And while I want to declutter a bit in the back, I like what they’ve done with a couple of IKEA Expedit shelving units. It’s sort of funky to see book storage in a dining area, but I think it works nicely here.

From Apartment Therapy. I like this workspace under the stairs. The balance of colors is so nice, and the lighting is bold and quirky without being overbearing.

From Dwell Magazine. I just had to include this one. Just look at it. White cement floors? A wood-paneled wall? A four-sided fireplace? Six red vinyl-upholstered Eames shell chairs? Floor to ceiling windows?  And a cool chrome pendant that makes me feel like these folks don’t take themselves too seriously? Yes please. But really, I think the mix of materials here is stunning, so even if the space is like nothing we’re going to find, we can still learn some lessons.

From Apartment Therapy (EDIT: Originally from Darling Dexter). I just had to include this one because it’s a very, very small space. And I think this person has used it quite well. I have to respect how open and airy this looks despite that it’s quite tiny, and how they’ve worked in so much storage, a workspace, a living area, and a dog. And while the art, curtains, and quilt are a bit girly for my taste, it’s not overly-sweet or too sparse.

So anyway, I hope that helped clear some things up. None of these pictures really accurately represent exactly what I’d like, but they certainly have elements you might see in our place. We’ll all just have to wait and see.

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Updates and Edibles

I apologize for the long absence from this blog– between the final weeks of school heating up with the rapidity of an electric skillet (plugged in), a mad summer internship search, and the apartment hunt, things have been a little crazy. And really, there’s not too much to say on the latter front. Eva and I saw three apartments this Sunday and they were all… achem… shitholes. On the upside, we finally met our broker, and we can report that she’s a lovely, patient lady.

So I figured I’d just continue our long, extended, painfully detailed tour of room 218. You’ve already seen where I get my beauty sleep, where I think about sometimes sitting down to work, and where I perch to judge peons on the street below. So what could be in store today? That’s right: where I stash the munchies.

It is my dream to someday have an exceptionally organized kitchen. My food will be concealed behind closed cupboards. Knives will reside in a drawer in descending order of size, and my empty booze bottles will be tucked away beneath the sink, where they belong. I already have my spice racks picked out.

Unfortunately, this dorm room is not the place for that. But I still get hungry. Especially late at night. I’m eating right now.

Because I like a good retrospective, let’s take a trip back in time. Back to another decade. Back to this fall, 2009.

Don't look it in the eyes, whatever you do.

I know, what a mess. I didn’t really think much about making this area look nice for a few reasons. First, I was lazy. Second, a mass of food and a minifridge-microwave combo is unattractive by nature, and it didn’t seem like a lot could be done. Third, I hate that shelving. I love the Container Store, and trust it implicitly, but this “Janus” shelving is a terrible product. Look at the way it bows! And there’s nothing even that heavy on it! Plus, it was stupidly expensive. I can’t wait to craigslist it as soon as we get out of here and pawn it off on some other poor soul who doesn’t know quite what they’re in for.

But eventually, I had to tackle this issue head on. I needed a way to conceal some of that food mess, and I needed to rethink my use of the space in order for it to meet its full potential. But with my mouth still bitter from the taste of Container Store betrayal, and my wallet empty from too much takeout, I needed to get creative.

Luckily, takeout was part of the answer to my troubles.

Not my picture, I've never seen it in the daylight.

There’s a Chinese restaurant I get takeout from far too often called Suzie’s. I like them because they’re open very, very late. And when you get takeout, they give it to you in brown paper bags. I always keep them because you never know when you might need brown paper, and they fold flat. This a behavior I wholeheartedly blame my mother for.

Thanks for the fruit, Mom and Dad!

My parents are lovely people who signed me up to have a box of fruit sent to me every month from their pals, Harry & David. I imagine these men to be old, vegan hippies. So far, they’ve sent me pears, bananas, honeybell oranges, and pineapples. But I digress, the important part is that they come in these nice cardboard boxes. This is actually a single box, but the two sides are roughly the same size, one is just a tiny bit bigger to fit over the other one. You might see where this is heading.

If you need instructions, tough luck.

So I separated the glued parts of the bag to make a big rectangle, then cut the top strip off where the handles are attached. Then I just covered the boxes with the brown paper. Angle your corners, duh. Congratulate yourself for recycling, or whatever.

Anddddd After! Third shelf down, not my stuff. But the hardboiled egg cooker on the bottom is.

I added some plain white vinyl Helvetica letter stickers (a necessity in any self-respecting craft box) I already had, and that’s that. Still not great, but better and the best it’s gonna get for this room.

And no, I didn’t stop drinking coffee. But the top of the microwave realized its full storage potential:

Note: not the actual time. Unless you really are reading this at 6:34 pm.

As I’ve mentioned, I like to scavenge from the things people leave on the curb outside their houses. It’s not trash, really. So I found the tray (the wood’s in bad shape, hence the yellow towel), and it fits on top of the microwave and holds the coffee goods perfectly. And yes, I keep an alarm clock across the room. I am a nightmare to wake up in the morning, so after too many missed morning classes I found the smallest, cheapest clock with the most annoying possible alarm to rouse me each morning. It’s just a placeholder until I can hire somebody to tickle my feet with a feather and sing me awake while injecting caffeine into my IV drip. It’s good to have goals.

Radiator + Window.

Picking up where we left off in 218, we have the charming specimen that is the window wall. This is what it looked like shortly after move-in, when my roommate’s bed was still in the big room. We have a small, strange appendage to our room that measures about 5′ x 8′, so he later moved his bed in there (by choice! we were accused of a lot of roommate abuse during the tours for admitted students last weekend based on that cozy lil bedroom). I don’t have a single good picture of the radiator and the window, so you’ll just have to put it together:

Before the scaffolding, before the makeover

This picture doesn’t really accurately get across just how nasty that color really is. It’s like a greyish-purpleish-brownish gone wrong. The camera didn’t even understand it.

Eventually, something had to be done about this mess. Seriously, why couldn’t we just have had one of those beautiful, charming Victorian scroll-y ones?

Like this.

Photo from the lovely DoorSixteen.

Christmas was the perfect occasion, I thought, to make the radiator a little less vile.

Christmas, 2009

But you can only really keep Christmas wrapping paper on a radiator for so many weeks. Plus, especially when half the colored lights went out, the ornaments came down, and the snowflakes melted, this didn’t really address the problem of the naked windows. Though you’ll notice those blinds are gone. I’m a nevernude.

Winter, 2010

So one night Eva and I got real, real crafty and made this fireplace out of construction paper and double-stick tape. I freehanded the logs myself (no formal training!). Unfortunately, it just wasn’t build to last, so realistically it was only up a few weeks. It was lovably tacky (puns!) while it lasted, but God had other plans.

I’m a big believer in picking at paint endlessly if it’s chipping, even if it involves extended vacuuming sessions afterwards. Which is why I ended up repainting my closet door after the first couple weeks after move-in. I just couldn’t stop picking that damn paint.  TRY to tell me that’s not satisfying, I dare you.

So I had a can of white paint. And a really ugly radiator.

Winter/Spring, 2010

And here it all sits today. I’m SO glad I painted it– I did a good job, so I’m not anticipating any weird charges from the maintenance staff. The lanterns, curtains, and rod were all bought on the cheap from IKEA. The rod is actually a shower curtain tension rod, which works beautifully for this since I don’t currently own a drill (first big purchase once I move, don’t worry). So while I wish the rod was black and I hadn’t iron-on-hemmed the curtains too short, this is as good as I could justify making this all look while staying within a tight budget and recognizing my time here is very limited. I’m also hoping I can reuse the curtains (or just the fabric) and the lights somehow in the new place. See, I think about the future and stuff.

But it’s worlds better, right? Scroll back to the top if you don’t see it.

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Desk

Eva and I have both had a long day– we volunteered to open our dorm rooms to admitted NYU students, so tour groups have been in and out all day. And while it was a bit tiring, it was nice to hear the reactions as people walked in– the cleanliness and decor won us some serious accolades, and reminded me that I haven’t even skimmed the surface of this room on the internets. And really, captive audience, you deserve more.

So moving around clockwise from where we left off: the desk.

Dorm furniture, as a rule, is chosen for function over form. In our case, it seems that function was chosen without regard for the form. What I mean to say is: these desks are butt ugly.

But maybe it doesn’t have to be totally awful, right? Of all the lessons I truly took to heart from Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School (hosted by ACADEMY AWARD WINNER Mo’Nique), my favorite would be Commandment #4: Thou Shalt Work What Thou Art Working With. Learn it, love it, live it.

Spring, 2010

Yes, the calendar says February, but it still looks exactly like this.

I have a few too many books to fit on that shelf, so there’s some spillover stacked neatly on the floor, which I’m okay with. I almost always just keep the printer closed up– it’s really easy to pop down the lid and load some paper, and it keeps things looking much cleaner . The teardrop tin is vintage from Value Village and has a hilarious description on the other side about “how to use your new portable refrigerator.” That’s not a fridge, that’s a tin. People in the 50s were so crazy.

The art is a real target, like for gunz. I actually love it, but I felt weird about putting it up in the room. I bought it over Thanksgiving in Portland when I went to visit my BFF Chandler, and we went to an entire Gun Show at the Portland Expo Center. I can’t describe how out of place we felt, but I thought this $1 target was the perfect souvenir. It fits almost perfectly in this square frame, which I originally purchased at a Canadian store called Jysk for $8. So for $9, a simple, graphic, sort of morbid work of art. I like it.

And if you’re a glutton for punishment, or just like a good before and after, here’s the desk a couple weeks after I moved in. Admittedly, it got a lot worse than this until its big overhaul in February, I just don’t have any photos of that. The shame!

September, 2009

Location, Location, Location.

Hands down, the best thing about living where we do currently is the close proximity to Washington Square Park, especially now that the weather’s getting nice.

If you live in New York, or even if you don’t, you might know that the park is undergoing huge renovations. Three quarters of it are fenced off and look like a complete mess, but the remaining quarter is lovely! Evidence:

People chillaxing on the lawn in various states of undress.

Pretty flowers, hoppin' band in the back belting out Dixieland style tunes

This man likes to feed squirrels. He'd named them, and they came when called. Voodoo.

This man just really likes pigeons. As did this jogger lady, who stopped to learn what it was all about.

I wanted to be best friends with this fabulous old lady and her doggy.

Eva gets acquainted.

Who says the handicapped can't have fun? Especially when listening to this awesome band, Roosevelt Dime. I watched them forever, and wished I had $20 on me to buy the CD.

They were so good, they warrant two photos.

So while our apartment probably won’t be in such a stupendous location, comparatively, we’ll still go to school at NYU. And once the construction is finished (I’ve heard by Fall, 2010), Washington Square Park will be an even better place to hang around during the day. Still, we might miss being able to walk out our front door and suddenly be there. If you want to listen to Roosevelt Dime (the band in the park), here’s a link to their myspace.

I’ve been emailing back and forth with the broker and it looks like the apartment hunt will officially begin on Saturday, April 17th! We’ll try to keep you entertained until then– stay tuned!

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