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What happens when you let your ears pick the paint swatches? A synesthete's honest, slightly unhinged account of redecorating an apartment one chord at a time — plus a DIY test to see what your favorite song would look like on a wall.
Every shelf tells a story, but mine tells eleven. A self-administered personality inventory disguised as dishware organization, complete with a taxonomy nobody requested.
Somewhere in Reno, a diner is still serving pancakes under a typeface that now lives in my sketchbook. This is a confession, a field guide, and — because my lawyer insisted — a disclaimer about the ethics of typographic larceny.
Somewhere between the navy accent wall and a poster of a wolf howling at a moon it had no business howling at, my aesthetic was decided for me. A personal excavation of the room that raised me — plus a quiz to diagnose yours.
Every home gets exactly one chance at a first impression, and we've delegated it to a rectangle of coir that says WELCOME like a hostage. I surveyed the weird world of doormat typography and built a taxonomy, because someone had to.
Somewhere between a coffee refill and a boring conference call, I invented a color. This is the official record of how 'Gloaming Peach' came to be — and why naming things might be the most powerful magic we still have.
Every doodle I was scolded for in fourth grade turned out to be a portfolio piece in disguise. Here's how the scribbles I hid from teachers became the work I now get paid for — and why your 'wasted' sketches might be your best ideas.