You Are: The Class Clown


You plant handcuffs on your bedside table just to keep visitors guessing, and are on a first-name basis with the folks at John Derian. Clashing patterns and all things whimsical (see Pedro Friedeberg Hand chairs) are your raisons d’être; oversize lampshades give you goosebumps; and the only time you ever utter the word neutrals is to say something like this: “Honestly, what’s the point of neutrals?” 

In the clique: Marcel Wanders

Your new best friend: Evil eye-themed everything.



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