Quite a few years ago (nine, to be exact), I spotted this bar cart behind a row of discarded shutters and windows, stashed under a plastic roof in the lot behind Stan’z,…
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You know that feeling when you’re looking for a new place to live, and you see something—even the smallest feature—in a house or apartment that just screams out, Hello! It’s me. I’ve…
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I know, I know…it’s getting more than a little ridiculous. This blog has been a document of six homes I’ve lived in over the past ten years, and now I’m adding a…
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“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.” —Desmond Tutu Another day, another black life lost at the hands of police. And I listen…
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Now, I know what you’re thinking: Whoa, did I miss the before photos of Anna’s office? Or maybe you’re not thinking that. Either way, I’ve decided to just go ahead and put…
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Yeah, I could live there is an occasional D16 feature wherein I post pictures of homes I want to break into, kick out the inhabitants and move in. This time, kicking out…
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When I posted my after photos of the bedroom, I hadn’t yet installed the bedside lighting. That’s OK, though, because really—these Eduard sconces from Schoolhouse Electric deserve their own post. I went…
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Earlier today, I sent an urgent text to Daniel along the lines of “WHAT WAS THE PLACE WITH THE BLANKET????” And somehow, he knew that I meant Joinery in Brooklyn. And that’s…
