This is not a bookshelf. This is a graphic design student’s attempt to hide the fact that he doesn’t own many books, and he never, ever feels the need to pick one up and actually read it.
This is not a bookshelf. It is a whimsical pottery display with a hint of unintentional swastika.
This is a shelf which happens to have a few books on it, but it is not a bookshelf. It appears to be primarily a repository for terrariums, mismatched cream pitchers, and vintage typewriters. Why do you need to store all of these items here, on this perfectly functional piece of furniture that could double as a bookshelf? Why do you own a bowl filled with pinecones? I have a lot of questions about you.
Go sit in a corner and think about what you’ve done.
This is not a bookshelf, but it is awesome. This is your shelf of glass orbs, stick effigies, tiny heads, vases of mysterious ungents, dead insects, and non-Euclidean bone candles. You know what? I like your style, mysterious swamp witch. It’s effortlessly modern, but it evokes otherworldly horrors and the terror of the dead gods.
