This is the wine rack we have hanging at home.
The story of its acquisition is typical of young adults, I suppose. My fiance’s old roommate had gotten it from a girl he was seeing, along with a sketch of a nude woman that went behind the wine rack. I think this girl had been an artist and the sketch was her own, though I’m hazy on that detail. In any case, it fit the aesthetic of their Upper East Side bachelor pad.
My fiance’s old roommate and this girl broke up, and a while later the lease was up and the roommates parted ways. We ended up with the wine rack (intentionally or unintentionally I have no idea) and we did away with the nude sketch. Now it hangs in our apartment. We only keep empty bottles on it because we’re not sure how strong the wall and nails are.