Brownstone Print

If you haven’t seen a thousand renditions of this print brought to life in some of New York City’s more residential neighborhoods, you’re a tourist. Every twenty-something basic bitch in the city dreams of which one of these classic, unattainable structures she’ll call home someday. Mine is nestled deep in the West Village and is home to myself, a pair of posh italian greyhounds with names like Pascale and Rufus and whoever I deem worthy of not bothering me incessantly for the rest of my life. It gets glorious afternoon sunlight, has a humble backyard and shares a wall with starlet turned neighbor Anne Hathaway, who pets my dogs when I pass her on the street. Maybe ordering one of these prints will manifest that brownstone for you too. Worth a try, right?