It’s a photo-shoot, and I forgot my camera. I arrive flustered and close to tears, but Taylor’s enthusiasm to meet me calms me down. We rush up the stairs and into her apartment. I catch a glimpse of an old guitar, a large canvas, and well-worn wood floors.
Turning left is Taylor’s room. The walls are painted a dark green, and there’s a large bed covered in crimson sheets in the middle.
I’m in love with her furniture, which is an eclectic mix of different patterns and colors. From her pre-college gap year studying Buddhism in the Himalayas Taylor harbors some beautiful artifacts and posters.
From her paintbrushes and her jewelry to the paintings she made herself, I admire how unique her taste is and the way she has laid out her room.
Taylor sits down and shows me a few blogs that she follows. She lends me her camera and shows me how to use it. With every second I am learning something from her – whether it’s the history of her furniture, or the fact that her and her roommates organize faux art parties.
Grabbing a long yellow dress and a colorful patterned robe, she poses for the camera and tells me about the satirical high fashion blog she started last summer. She thinks the whole modeling this is kind of funny, but she prances around and raises her eyebrows at the camera.
It’s hard not to have fun with her when she floats about her surroundings with such ease, completely comfortable. The hour passes faster than I realize and soon her room is just a memory, a blurry block of color on the camera.