The great thing about living in an inner city apartment is that you very rarely get to see the outside fo the building. This is a good, if not completely self-centred thing, when your building happens to be terracotta orange, probably a hangover from the early 90s when it was transformed from the Government Print Warehouse to it's current apartment layout. A lot to answer for, the 90s.
As of this evening, we'll have erased one of the few remaining vestiges of the 90s on the interior - the lurid pink doors. We've gone white in a thinly veiled attempt to turn the apartment into an art gallery.
And don't worry, I'll get over the whole playing with 'photoshop to make everything look like a model' thing soon. No thanks to Oliver Barbieri.