I'm something close to infatuated with this Brooklyn apartment.

I try to pretend I'm opposed to materialism and the messiness of collecting 'stuff'...but the way this house is like a treasure chest of memories, relics, heirlooms, antiques, books, crafts and art just makes me smile. It looks like the inside of an eccentric dollhouse.

So I guess I'm a phony, and in reality I want an apartment so crammed with everything I've ever loved, or read, or paid $3 for at a flea market, because I want my spaces, however big or small, to be an expression of myself...and just like everybody else, I'm a million different things.

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