I’ve been following Erin Kestenbaum on Instagram for a little while now. How long exactly in social media time is hard to say; long enough that I’m completely bewildered as to how it’s possible that homegirl doesn’t have scads more followers than she does. But here I am, proof of the quality-over-quantity consolation, invested enough to devote a blog post to Erin’s talent.
So here’s the thing about Erin: she’s a low-key, design aficionado wrapped up in a crunchy, chocolatey photographer coating, which is another way of saying “the whole package.” She’s running the show from the opening dry walling act to the photographing finale, and every time I scroll past her posts I’m confounded, “who even is this person??”
Who she is, evidently, is a fearless renovator of a 1940s colonial in Connecticut, and a lover of layered, collected spaces that meld vintage classics with modern glamour. Erin, I would unfollow you just to be able to follow you again.