It’s a ready-made, albeit mildly tragic romance: I fall for the fading beauty every time. I’m just a sucker for opulence softened by patina, the poignant decay of the exquisite.
I’ve been on a nostalgic musical journey over the past few weeks, ever since my friend Felicia turned me on to a Pandora genre station called ’70’s Lite Rock’. If you want to feel all the earthy glam and free-spirited innocence of that bygone era, I recommend tuning in. Somehow this image captures that spirit of the 70’s for me.
A soft metal floral fantasy from my new gig at Urban Cottage an occasional shop in South Minneapolis. Yikes! I can feel the old vintage-collector itch after only one shoot. Gilded frames, antique cameras, SO many globes. This could be dangerous.