globes, pearls, dripping glass.
12/20/2009 § 7 Comments
i can’t help myself. whenever i enter an anthropologie store, my camera takes on a life of its own. inside the stores live tiny, dreamy worlds, populated with lovely things like boats that fly on patterned sails, sparkling compasses, and the first initials of all past and future lovers floating above your head. a few years ago, the store carried what they called ‘the amelie sofa’. i think most living rooms could use a so-named sofa.