The place was totally artist-bachelor hip and I have zero complaints about the friendly dude who usually calls the place home. But I've got to say: bottom line, it just felt kind of WEIRD to be in someone else's apartment. And oh yeah, illegal.
Because no, at this point the words "mid-century modern" do NOT send chills down my spine, but rather, make me want to start throwing Eames chairs at people's heads and what not. Which probably means that it's time for another spin around the best design website ever: Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.