Junk

So after the show, I was walking back through Brooklyn and came across this amazing antiques store called Junk.

I have never felt lust for furniture before. But I guess there’s a first time for everything.

It wasn’t even that they had anything particularly mind-blowing. Or maybe it felt like everything they had was nibs-bowing. I’m not sure.

What I can definitely tell you is that i’ve never felt that strong a nesting impulse before. The overwhelming desire to buy an old loft way off the beaten pathname furnish it entirely with cheap, worn out, mismatching antiques.

God. Is this what it’s like to be a hipster?

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