My husband and I share one of the world's smallest flats (probably not, but it's pretty danged tiny) with two very large cats. I got bored and decided to take some photos.
Our place is just over 300 square feet. It's a very, VERY small studio. We lucked out, though, in that the closet is large enough to fit a twin-sized bed. And some of my art junk. It doesn't have to look pretty, because it's a bedroom. You sleep in a bedroom. Who cares what's on the walls?
Ignore the clutter. I simply could not be arsed to care. This place is so small that it takes nothing at all to turn it into a disaster.
(There's some really odd forced perspective happening in this photo. That sofa is actually seven feet long. My husband is just a giant, and my sketchbook on the other end is 14x16 inches, where most are 9x12.)
Glimpse of my tiny little kitchen, and some of my stuffed animals.
The other side of the tiny sitting room. The clutter off to the left is because the closet, which SHOULD be our storage space, is full of bed.
More of my kitchen. I couldn't figure out where to put my books that wouldn't take up half of the sitting room, so they're above the cupboards. For the most part. Some are part of the clutter in the previous photo. And the rest are actually at a friend's house until I can figure out what to do with them.
That's really all there is to this place.