I caught a daily prompt that spiked my interest today. As I’m being snowed in today (more like sleeted in, yikes), I began to peruse through The Daily Post, and I found a prompt that asks us to talk about what’s on our walls in our homes/rooms and why. Seems like a real easy, simple answer, but really, the things we put up to display truly mean something. I’ve taken a couple shots of my things and every piece actually represents a passion of mine throughout my life.
Let’s start with the cheesy fact that I’m a hopeless romantic. Not as bad as my mom, but yes, I indulge in the everlasting hope of romantic things. I clench to it, honestly. I love seeing people holding hands, seeing someones eyes light up when they speak of something they’re passionate about, and of course seeing the smile on my boyfriend’s face when I act silly with him. So I think that all makes sense when I take a glance at what’s on my walls. I hope this tells you all a little more about me! 🙂
A couple sharing a kiss in France. Kinda cute, right? I love the private space they share, leaving no room for identity. Just kind of basking in that moment. A Parisian Kiss, they call it.
The next one sorta vibes off my last explanation. Of course, this one may be more of an iconic photo taken. Returning from the war. What joy they may’ve felt. I used to try and imagine the feeling when I saw this poster. Could you imagine the feeling?
A secret obsession I had early in middle school: cityscapes. Anything nightlife and with beaming cities gave life to me, ultimately. City lights so bright they bounce off your eyes. I would go and look up pictures of cities I had in mind and just browse. Santa Monica was always my favorite, but here is a black and white Manhattan night.
I love, love, love having a calendar up at all times. Big, in-your-face calendars. Preferably of movie stars or cities. I’m aware I’m a little late on changing it. Don’t judge me, I know it’s not December 2014, but Audrey Hepburn just adds a pinch of chic to my room for now.
Last but certainly not least is the big canvas print of the moon that will hang above the bed when my love and I move into our apartment.