Familiar changes in light are so reassuring. That building slowly sinking into shadow, or the laugh lines on that sky, the cross-lights glowing like the inner chambers of a beehive.
April 23, 2010
Eliot's Bookshop is a place that marked my adolescence. This is where I would run to every weekend to spend my allowance, and a little later some of my student loan. This is where I bought my best editions featuring Collette, Anais Nin, Henry Miller, and Duras. Today I have to hunt down used books at cheaper locations (the BMV in the Annex being the Mecca), but I've suddenly felt an urge to revisit the old headquarters. Possibly because no other shop possesses the charm of 3 storeys worth of wall to wall pine shelving, smelling like decades of ardent bibliophilia.
April 16, 2010
April 15, 2010
♥ The first honey ripe pear of the new year.
♥ Tiny china plates thrifted for $1, each relating to beauties I cannot live without; my grandma and my spaniel.
♥ Record sale at the Reference Library. At 50 cents a pop I am in classical music heaven!
♥ A small book of Julia Margaret Cameron photographs. Dreamiest of dreamers.