“I’m 18 in a suburb outside of Toronto, Canada. Redid my bedroom after a three week unsuccessful stint in university that ended in me running away from a field trip and having multiple police forces looking for me. I love books, feminism, photography, Wes Anderson films, stringed instruments (I have a guitar, ukulele and mandolin) and triple espressos. Currently, I’m a barista applying to film school, moving back in with your parents is tough so I spend most of my time in here with my puppy. I describe my room as sort of a “homeless Marie Antoinette,” it has a shabby opulence to it (aka, I’m on the slippery slope that leads to being on Hoarders). I love my room because its the one place in the world where I feel safe.”—Eyesofdoctorreckleburg