Let’s Make Fun Of: Anthropologie Furniture


I love to hate Anthropologie furniture. In particular, the way they stage it for their website. There’s this gross fantasy they’ve created of an art student who can afford to spend thousands of dollars on a paint-splattered flea market find. It’s like all their customers are aspiring to be Charlotte in Tiny Furniture (a loft-dwelling trust fund dilettante).

They’ve gone off the deep end with the juxtaposition. You know those fashion editorials every fall where models lasagned in Prada swing around street signs in Red Hook? It’s like that, but on acid. The settings are more deteriorated and the designs are more design-y. It’s like shopping from deep within Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.

If you choose to purchase a piece of Anthropologie furniture, it will only really look right in one of three settings:

1. An alternative gallery space six weeks from opening

2. An urban cabin with faulty electrical wiring

3. A crumbling Southern plantation (soon to be deemed “the new loft” by the NYTimes)

Let’s take a stroll through the Anthropologie furniture section together. What’s for sale today?

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ph. Claude Alexandre, Sans titre, 1981 Collection Maison Européenne de la Photographie

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A-frame near Snæfellsnes, Iceland
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I’m glad Your last boyfriend had such a short vocabulary, because I’ve been studying how to describe beauty for my whole life, been training myself to serve and love. I’ve been constructing myself to show You the true value that You hold, that I think stars are made from Your smile, that the sun rises just so we can be together.

I’m glad Your boyfriend didn’t have the courage that I do, that I’d fight the years to be with You, knowing that it will end with me growing old by Your side.

I’m glad Your boyfriend didn’t see You through the same lens I do, for you are 20/20 and it’s getting stronger everyday.

But I’m sad, because You had to have a boyfriend who didn’t love You like You should be loved. Because to me, You’re not just a pretty little flower, You’re the whole world in spring, and I’m in love with this season.

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Steve McQueen and wife Neile Adams in a sulphur bath, with cigarettes & Chablis. Big Sur, California, 1963.

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1960’s Maybelline Makeup Tutorial

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And I built a home,
for you,
for me.

I built a home for you, for me…
(so I thought)

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