The $20 Mid-Century Time Capsule Apartment of a 20-Year-Old
This is a project of mine that I started about nine months ago when I turned 20 and moved to North Phoenix in the Medlock District.
I set off to garage sales and thrift stores with only a base of twenty dollars in my pocket. I began buying and selling until I had accumulated an entire home’s worth of mid-century furniture and decor. That budget included paint, wood-panel walls, and other repairs.
It was a ridiculous amount of hard work, but boy did it pay off.
Before you accuse me of having too much free time on my hands, keep in mind that I am also a full-time student and working as an in-house designer at a print shop. I’m just violently persistent in my hobbies.
Want to live here?
As it happens, I’m actually looking for a roommate.
I pay a monthly accumulative of about $1,500.
(That’s not very easy when you’re a solo 20-year-old college student)
But I’m only charging a flat rate of $400 monthly.
And if you don’t think that’s the best deal in America, then get out.
Message me for details
presented by the MAIDEN MOTHER CRONE EXHIBITION, organized by Radical Spirits and presented at the Toast Collective
The SAD-GIRL SIMULATOR is an act of resistance against the objectification of feminine-coded expressions of suffering that occurs in Western media and culture. Whether it be through mocking the act of “crying like a girl” or dilute representations of our suffering as “poor beautiful sad girl” tropes, our experiences are de-legitimized even as our own pain is packaged and sold right back to us.
This a sad-girl’s bed, a place for ritualized sobbing into pillows, smearing wet eyeliner on your sheets. Place your head on the pillows and you can still hear her cries. Gaze up at the canopy to honour the teens brave enough to cry in front of webcams and upload their images for the world to experience along with them. Tears are the wood glue holding this bed together; indeed, it’s all that’s holding all of us together.
Sketches from a bus on Warped Tour.—