The Street Where I Live

British by birth, New Yorker by nature.

Alex's Apartment

White Bedroom Love

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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.

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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 Street Where I Live Alexandra King
Alexandra King-Lyles The Street Where I Live

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.

The Street Where I Live Alexandra King
The Street Where I Live Alexandra King

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.

The Street Where I Live Alexandra King

Do you share my love of a clean white bedroom? See more of my picks/inspo on Pinterest.

A Simple Tip For Keeping Houseplants Alive

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My plant jungle, sun bathing

My plant jungle, sun bathing

Plants are a huge part of my approach to decor, and now that I've lived in the middle of a city for nearly a decade, just like my ever-increasing number of botanical charges, my compulsion for all things green only grows with each day.

There's no doubt that plants are one of the easiest and chicest ways to make even the shabbiest rental look polished, and over the years I've experimented with a whole bunch of them- from palms to perennials to peonies. I've talked a little about how I care for some of my fussier plants, here, but even my greener than average fingers have suffered with certain house plants, usually because of the simple but scary perils of over or under watering. It's just so hard to gauge sometimes, isn't it? Most houseplants come with vague instructions- "keep soil damp", "water regularly" but with variables like dry radiator air/summer humidity/ fumes from the street what does that actually mean?

Luckily in my day job I've been working on telling the story of an amazing gardener, who manages a giant rose garden and seems to be able to make anything grow with a deft flick of a trowel and a stern look. Naturally, I've been bombarding the poor chap with questions, but a few weeks ago he told me the simplest tip for knowing when to water, which has already changed my life- just lift the pot and see how it feels. If it feels light, water, if not, leave it be.

Say what? Childs play! I've been using this method now for the last couple of weeks and it totally works. Plants that I had been watering once a week out of habit have been getting less, and looking much better for it, and vice versa. Green fingers restored! Give it a try, and I'd love to hear any of your house plant tips.