I'm making over my room. It's such a messive (yes, messive) collection of arbitrary objects and in-cohesive art and antiques that, in light of its location in the top turret of my house with an exposed beam ceiling, I am abandoning all attempts at direction and choosing 'un-direction': an artistic Bohemian loft, a la Paris in the 1890's. Ish. That is my fancy entitling for 'it's a lot of odd junk'. Here are some images that are vaguely inspiring and reminiscent of what of partially aiming for:
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| Imagine this guy out of the picture. |
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