Natasha’s room is wild. So goddamn full of stuff I nearly had an informational overload seizure. But I loved it. A visual feast for the eyes. I do so love soaking in a stranger’s home, all the little flourishes that make it their own. Natasha has covered most of the surface space with at least something, so no matter where you look, your eye is entertained.
I think of a person’s home as their off-board personality. Spooks me when someone’s place is stark empty.
