The other day, the drawer in which I store my swimming stuff jammed. When I finally got it open and dumped out its contents, I counted more than a dozen bathing suits (several with their store tags intact), 12 bathing caps, 10 pairs of goggles and countless nose clips and earplugs.
Then I recalled the same thing had happened a week earlier with my drawer of pens and pencils, literally hundreds of them, half of which were dried out or otherwise useless.
And I shouldn’t even mention my full-size freezer or humongous medicine cabinet, where things fall out every time I open them. Or my floor-to-ceiling plastic bins [...]
Do you know what this is? This is a photo shoot for a toilet.
"To reach this tiny alcove above the foyer, Boody climbs up a set of stairs hidden behind a door that’s been camouflaged in wallpaper." —What's your favorite part of this absolutely out-of-control tour of artist Meghan Boody's Tribeca palace of wonderment? I like the table that's also a cage for a sex doll and her rodent friends, but certain things just really speak to me and me alone, whereas you might be more drawn to the stairs, which are pretty and easier to understand.