Rice pudding, Christmas tree and a little santa. A walk in the snow. Flowery walls and homemade Sherry from 1972. I don’t drink the liquor. But the Sherry tastes good. And the chocolate. We listen to Christmas music, and to Hendel. For a split second it feels like I’m someone in Downtown Abbey. And the kids were really excited for their Christmas gifts, for real. Oh the idyll. How good it feels.
A set of, by me unseen photos of the Genius Charles and Ray Eames. (Tack Finn)