It's been nearly a year since Isaac and I moved to our teeny but beloved apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I'll be posting an anniversary post-of-sorts soon with a home tour and some before and after photos, but here's a little sneek peek into our bedroom, and a soap box upon which I shall stand and implore you to embrace the importance of simple white sleeping quarters. Yeah, just that. White sheets. White walls. Minimal white decor. Zero clutter. No screens. Fresh, clean, serene. Reflecting the day's warm and cool light in an ever-changing aubade to the seasons. A blank canvas to dream on.
The painting here, an abstract portrait of Rimbaud, was a wedding present from the incredible artist Keith Mayerson. The cross-print cushions and bedside lamps are both Ikea. Aren't those bedside lamps are the best? I lusted after many a 400 dollar a piece find until chancing upon these guys. Cheap and chic in all the right ways! I bought the Long Horn skull, whom we affectionately nicknamed "Tina" as a silly present for my Texan husband a couple of years ago. I know it may seem kindof weird to sleep with a skull above our heads, but I love her and find her a strangely comforting and protective presence, not to mention the fact that she's a great visual centre piece at the end of our open plan apartment.
The painting here is by amazing artist and our good friend Adrianne Rubenstein. Funny story- this leather chair belonged to Steve Buscemi. No, seriously, it did! He lives three doors down! He put it outside on the street for free (this is a super Park Slope culture thing, thanks to the well-documented hippy dippy vibe of its residents- the streets can be absolute treasure troves for keen-eyed furniture hunters) and Isaac and I happened to walk past. Though I'm as paranoid about bedbugs as the next Brooklyner, I figured this leather studded beauty, not to mention its just as rad owner, was worth it. The hanging greens are ever dependable pothos plants. I love watching them snake their way across the clean walls.
Our "bedside tables" are simply the window sills. I only allow the absolute essentials on there, and for me that means, at any one time, a stack of books (the only clutter I find tolerable/aesthetically pleasing) and three little pots. The little basket contains a whole bunch of those deeply unappealing orange coloured ear plugs for nights when the only alternative to them is to smother my snoring husband to death with my pillow, something I sense I'd deeply regret the next morning. The other two are art deco make up canisters I found for cheap on Etsy. One contains Aquaphor (my lips can get dry when I'm sleeping) and the other holds my daily vitamins and meds that I take at night.
And finally, I've always got time for the greatest interiors accessory one can own, and yes, we all know that that is a black cat.
Do you share my love of a clean white bedroom? See more of my picks/inspo on Pinterest.