
Shawn: I’ll say it: I’m liking this, and as I struggle in vain to avert my eyes from the dreamy occupant (focus…), I’m finding this abode has a certain austere quality that works for me; there doesn’t seem to be an excess of frills or bric-a-brac, indicating he’s focused on his basic needs. If the jaunty sailor cap isn’t simply a holdover from a Popeye Halloween costume that has since found other non-denom uses, then its presence could account for the air of sturdy discipline that defines the space. The simple, functional bedside table and book shelf don’t look pricey and really don’t need to be, and the basic black fan and retro-looking alarm clock signal that high-end lifestyle accoutrements are unnecessary. His workout gear is equally unpretentious, so being seen at a trendy gym isn’t much of a priority in the way that general fitness of form is, and that’s commendable. I’m getting the sense that the fake flowers are a token hesitant attempt at prettified domesticity, and thus their failure is actually a success in my book, and while the Frank Frazetta print — a staple of Pop Art boyhood machismo — clearly reveals he’s one with his inner Vanir, the disabled smoke detector says the occasional flouting of authority is permissible.
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It looks like he decorated by buying that shelf and table as is with stuff displayed on them at a thrift shop.
That is an unusually narrow bathroom door. Something about this interior is just not right for me. I can’t quite put my finger on it yet.
What do you suppose the green in the lower right corner is?
I vote beanbag.
Who cares about the damned room!
Although if one must shave to show off a tat, be symmetrical about it.
And what of that over-sized sewing basket? And who saves their giant T-Moble shopping bag?
Something about this schlock of a shack appears to be his student sisters‘ house….where she snagged a picture of him putting on his speedos after he showered and before he put on his glasses. For blackmail to on the internet to forever embarrass him.
i believe those fake flowers came from a previous relationship gone awry…. the asymetrical shaving from a recent tattoo. i should know as most of my body is tattooed. i’ve been shaved, waxed etc… for the sake of some ink… he looks hot but in dire need of a stylist!!!
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This is one of those homes where the pets are in charge of the house. The green “bean bag” is a pet bed, the shelves are filled with pet food and leashes, the basket is filled with toys and those fake flowers arranged thus so are up on the shelf because Fido and Fifi are attracted to the luridness of this faux boquet and are constantly attempting to dismantle it (as would most of us). I hate when people have a Yin/Yang tattoo and you see their house and it’s all Yang. Where’s the Yin?
p.s. Rental White all the way. Put down your yang and pick up a paint brush!
Ahhhh….youth! To flout authority, convention, discretion, merely as an expression of newfound adult freedom, power and control. Thruthfully, who among us hasn’t displayed sex toys openly on the shelf above the toilet, rebelliously daring sweet mother or visiting high school chum to inquire of their function, and, by proxy, our naughty proclivities?
Something is definatly off balance here. Could it be the heavy bookcase on one side with the petite table on the other? Could it be the list to one side indicating either the floor or the subect is off centre? Or that fact he only shaved 1/2 his chest for the new tatoo??
You decide.
someone please tell this neophyte that the gay male equivalent of Lesbian Minimalist involves a flattering wallcolor, zebrawood midcentury furniture, abstract art and tubular steel. the end effect can be likened to living in a swedish submarine.
which came first? The miscellaneous nature of the decor, or the miscellaneous variety of tattoos?
The wicker hamper says ‘mom still does the laundry,’ while the plastic T-Mobile bag says ‘why buy a tool-chest to organize sex toys if you use them all daily?’
Off topic, I know, but the worst thing about this decor is the skin “art.” Horrible. When will beautiful young men stop defacing themselves in this way, as if their bodies were the cover of a spiral notebook, to be mindlessly doodled upon?
Hmmm I smell burning meth and see the lonely box of pop tarts in the cupboard.
this feng shui master has managed to unknowingly counteract the negative effects of his half(assed)shaved chest by smartly overloading the socket on the right of the room and placing the busted smoke detector on the left. the only thing missing is Vern Yip’s bowl of green apples.
This is not good. His Yin Yang is out of balance. He is too focused on one part of his life and not on the other parts.
His Fung Shui has not been utilized at all.
Perhaps the 2002 movie “Kung Pao: Enter the Fist” has altered his universe.
There is an imbalance here that seems to be draining his libido. He is not in harmony with his Tao.
The cure of course is to paint the walls olive green and to use red in the bedding. The bath should be painted a dark brown. The bedroom needs a mirror to keep the energy within the space. Furniture should be limited to the bed, a REAL night stand, and a dresser. The print has bad energy. Remove it.
This is not an easy case and is, in fact, a work in progress. Rookies beware. Balance is critical.
Is that an air freshener or a butt plug just over his left shoulder?
Hey! I have that same alarm clock!!!
Though book-learnin’is evidently not his strong suit, if that secret portal behind the bookcase is the entrance to Narnia, perhaps there’s more here than meat….s the eye. Should he crouch and enter, I’m right behind his hopefully as yet un-inked ass….
Thinking of what tattoo he would have on his ass, I noticed the tat on his left arm for the first time. Since it’s against Jewish law to defile your body thus, I’m assuming the Star of David is meant to go with his Yin-Yang symbol to show the deep spiritual path he’s on. Don’t know for sure, but the tat on the right arm looks suspiciously like a dollar sign. Oh hell, just put an anarchy symbol back there and have done with it.
Hate To tell shawn love that body and great interior pastel sculpture
That’s not a Star of David. That’s a Galactic Empire logo from Star Wars. And if I didn’t know better, on his right inner forearm is the Eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings. Or at least, a cheaply done tattoo rendition of the Eye of Sauron.
Let’s see, alarm clock and fan from Walgreens, bookshelf from Walmart (it can’t be an IKEA Billy, the middle shelf on those is fixed and there isn’t one here), side table either poached from Grandma’s or bought from a thrift store (I’m pretty sure it’s federal law that every thrift store in the nation must have a side table like that for sale at all times), Renuzit gel air freshener that works for all of 20 minutes after you open it, yet there’s a plush bathmat… Combine all of that with the tattoos, and friends, what we have here is a bachelor geek with his first apartment and nothing but hand-me-down furniture.
There really isn’t much in the way of Digs to be seen here but, since Our Digger seems to be checking himself for crabs, I’d want to call in The Merry Maids before investigating any further…