Living with other people in New York—no matter how sweet the deal or clean and un-psycho the roomies—often enough brings a deep claustrophobia, like an in-law Christmas in a closet. The artist Paul Wackers (like all of us) sometimes wishes that closet could be kinda like the one in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. And sometimes his shared three-bedroom walkup feels right, like home.
