room of the month

last month, in a moment of millennial weakness, I nearly left Instagram. partly due to a disappointing weekly screen-time report and partly due to whiskey.

then up sprung this image of Hockney’s Notting Hill home from the ‘60s. everything about it so perfect; the buckling shelves, the threadbare rug, the badly balanced ceramics. he’s even made his own house plants.   

“couldn't risk missing a picture like this again,” I thought as I sunk into a scroll hole of oblivion...