I started watching Supergirl because the #Supercorp ship…ment (shipment? ship?) crossed my Tumblr dashboard [yes I realize I sound 14, which is fine cuz that’s how old I am inside anyway], so the show seemed to have delightful lesbian subtext. Halfway through the first season, I have yet to see anything gay, but I HAVE fallen in love with Supergirl’s apartment.
(warner bros. via kansas city star)
I read an article saying the show is basically millennial wish-fulfillment, and at least in terms of her apartment, it’s true–despite working as a measly assistant, Kara has a huge, breezy loft with exposed brick and floor-to-almost-ceiling windows framed by flowing white curtains:
The overall vibe is kinda shabby-chic, eclectic, Anthropologie store, with a mint-and-cream color palette. Lots of white pillar candles. Some green paisley (decidedly unhip but consistent with the superhero’s sweet temperament).
Somehow it’s large and airy yet cozy, industrial yet soft. There’s a splash of retro too, with a rotary phone and typewriter, but nothing too hipster. Very friendly and accessible, not cooler-than-thou. There’s kind of a flea market/thrift store/cottage vibe? A little bit farmhouse, a little bit “I went to Mumbai in college.” (Maybe more World Market than Anthro? Just spitballing here.)
Often when I’m watching I get distracted by scoping out her apartment and ignore the actual, you know, plot. I think it’s soothing because it touches on a recurring theme/lesson I’m trying to learn: It feels really good to worry less what other people think. I mean, I’d NEVER be caught dead with paisley in my place…but maybe I should give it a whirl! Some of the places I’ve felt most comfortable have been dated and un-trendy. They feel HONEST. It’s like the room/building let its guard down, so I can too. If there’s anywhere in the world you should be able to let down your defenses, it’s your home, right? Maybe that’s a good goal for 2018: embrace the unhip! (Or just…more soft lighting.)