a room of one's own

Decided to post some pictures of my room, try to ignore their shitty quality by the way. I purposely didn't take a picture of the whole bedroom because parts of it look like a Jackson Pollock painting and I wanted to spare you the agony, I suppose. 

I have this strange love for nail polish. I like to buy the cheap ones and I have to say, it's quite a delightful compulsion of mine! 

An example of the endless lists I make. I'm a list person. I have lists for EVERYTHING.

The funky shoulder bag on my sofa chair was a gift from my father who brought it back from Colombia. You can't see it on the picture but it's made with leather and horsehair lolzz (no torture involved) and apparently quite rare. The other bag is vintage and I think I wore it all summer. 

The four bracelets on the left are among my favourite ones, the rest's just crap that I willingly won't throw away!

These are just a few,(I repeat: a few), of the magazines I have lying around. 

My three favourite wallets. The one on the left I got at Zara, the other two at Urban Outfitters. The one on the right looks like hell because I used it for such a long time, which is rather unusual since I have to change wallets every two months. 

Again, this is some of the heavenly junk I own. Beauty products are one of my many obsessions. Those fucking little devils!

 These are the ones I actually use; the others are buried deep in the clutter of my bathroom.

Got this book for Christmas two years ago and I treasure it like there's no tomorrow. It's Edie Sedgwick we're talking about for christ's sake!