The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads — they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude. Of all the reasons for our teenage selves to envy Mr. Bueller, perhaps the biggest was his bedroom. This website sorts through his jam-packed assortment of posters, gadgets, and objects one shot at a time in the hopes of identifying them all. From the easily-identifiable UK flag and Gretsch White Falcon guitar to the mysterious images above his door, it's a treasure trove of John Hughes-curated nostalgia.