My spring cleaning frenzy started a bit earlier than usual this year.
It all started with my cluttered bedroom. As an avid collector of weird and useless things, taking a stroll through the East Village is like venturing through the bountiful land of Canaan—except that the milk and honey are thrown out street art and quirky bar stools.
Unfortunately, this strange joy can dwindle pretty quickly when your thimble-sized New York apartment becomes a claustrophobic trove of street debris. My room desperately needed purging, but relegating previously trashed items back to the pavement felt weirdly perverted. Luckily, social media maverick Gary Vaynerchuck was there to give me a hand.