In a perfect world, my bedroom would look like artist Theresa Martinat's, which is not in Brooklyn but in Berlin, and whose clashing colors, taped-up portraits, and peculiar jarred photographs have me starry-eyed and dreaming. (The black bird, and the flowers on the floor, and the leaning candles, and the gold-framed mirror don't hurt, either.)
My own space is still a work-in-progress (I moved in in July), but once it's ready I'll share some snaps. In the meantime, I've got everything above to keep me inspired.
See more on Freunde von Freunden, here. Photos by Juliane Spaete.