Barren walls, complimented by a single Scooby Doo themed light switch panel, all at the ripe age of twenty two years old.

Miscellaneous hats stacked disorderly upon the dresser look more like the remnants of an earth quake than they do the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Immediately next to this scene, a barrage of at least a dozen cologne bottles, each with a unique presentation (not to mention scent). Woodsy, Vanilla, Citrus, Florals, Cloves, Cinnamon and of course, an empty Gucci bottle, stand together, each wondering the next time they’ll be sprayed.

A clothing rack in the corner conceals his shopping addiction by presenting his clothing as an “aesthetically pleasing” piece of furniture in the corner of his room. The braggadocios leather and suede jackets pop out against the wave of denim jackets suspended next to them.