I need to start another blog like I need a hole in the head

I launched my first blog, Doodle Whore, over a year ago as a repository for my doodles and observations on popular culture (OK, mainly Britney, cough cough).

But I also have a passion for antiquing, flea marketing, interiors, art, crafts, music, food, and architecture which I wanted to blab about, but it really didn't fit in with my trashy Doodle Whore oeuvre. I'm a voracious reader of design blogs and shelter mags, but I find that many are simply too girly, too decorator-y, too serious, or just too perfect for me. If I have to read one more story about Hollywood Regency slipper chairs or floral abstract poppy patterned tea towels I'll barf.

So here I give you my perspective as The Rural Modernist: an illustrator and greeting card peddler living two hours north of New York City in the Catskills with his boyfriend and dog, listening to The Smiths and Madonna while rearranging the furniture, surfing the net for more crap, scavenging through barns and tag sales, watching bad t.v., and keeping the bears out of the bird feeder*.

Yours truly,
The Rural Modernist

* OK. I don't actually do that because I'm in charge of the inside and my bf's in charge of the outside. And I'm a total wuss. There, I said it.

P.S. for all of you peeps coming from the house tour on Apartment Therapy, here's the place for you to ask questions and get some answers about my pad and my stuff. On my next post I'll be going more in-depth about those cheap woven grass floor poofs, my Smiths posters, the tacky plate collection, and much more.