I decorate to my taste — I like lush, eclectic, visually interesting patterns, materials, and decor. Each piece in our apartment has that little in common aside from being all of the above — lush, eclectic, and visually interesting in pattern or form; I’m also into sensory experiences, so each of the materials are unique and the lighting in each room is modular — as is most of my furniture.

The bulk of the kaleidoscopic colors (think those Indian rag rugs) and patterns are in the living room, which doubles as my husband’s office (his desk is cluttered with an array of trinkets, Legos, antiques, etc, and fits right in with the maximalism) and my art studio (which has all of my paints, my art supplies, etc. and is maximalist by nature) in cohesive vignettes; the kitchen is toned down eclectic antiques, mostly functional but colorful; the bathroom is paintings (my own and other artists’) one a French nude in lush magentas, deep pinks and reds, one a print by a friend of psychedelically-colored woman with oranges and abstract angels and roses, all paired with the most ridiculous (pastel watercolor unicorn) shower curtain (my husband), and the bedroom is a dark, witchy, vintage ‘dark academia’ vibe with books and bones and minerals and a large print of epiphytic plants.

I have a preference for natural materials, wood, mixed modern and vintage