I don't want to give you a broad introduction into the mesmerising world of The Selby. No, you can ruddy spend a day rummaging through your favourite photo stories of awesome people's apartments yourself (it's very fun, honestly). This is my own incredibly selfish mini-guide to the best of The Selby. According to the bits I want for my own place. I hope my boyfriend is reading this.
(Boyfriend, look away for this bit). I don't know why I am attracted to this photograph first and foremost. Perhaps I am taken with their adorable scene of (very alternative, particularly rock ’n’ roll) domestic bliss. Or perhaps it's because every kid should have its own plastic cooker. But I really like that sofa.
This is an incredible photograph. Not only does it have a flying cat, but it also has some really cool, battered and industrial steel lockers. I've seen some similar ones at The Old Cinema, but I'd need to sell my cat to buy them.
Cow. Why have I deduced that this woman is a cow? It is because she can see this and touch this (sea) from her doorstep. Of course, this is entirely unfair. Cow.
I love this gothic princess. She is how I would have wanted to look when I was still into Gwen Stefani. It's a weird witchy underworld in the midst of all the lush greenery outside.
I have included this snap simply because they look insane. I mean, LOOKATTHEM. Everytime I log onto The Selby I marvel at the ridiculousness of this photo. It's just ridiculous: the rug is ridiculous; the painting is ridiculous; her leggings are ridiculous. Even his name is ridiculous. It's just ridiculous.
This is the last one, I promise. I could get really carried away. This is so colourful, it looks like someone's puked up a sweet shop all over their flat. I'm into the organised mess and the use of space and the fact that you can get those neon Mexican blankets from the great shop Casa Mexico ’round the corner from my house.
To read about Todd Selby's book signing in London and more Selby witterings from me, click HAR.