Just spent an enormous amount of time editing a visual research that involved drenching my eyes in intoxicatigly beautiful illustrations that were often seen on the covers of Vogue magazine (around 1910 and on…).
Pochoir (French for “stencil”) is a highly refined technique of making fine limited editions of stencil prints. Outstanding, no?
Just a moment before I pour my heart out, let me just say, I love living in New-York. And I think I am truly addicted to the fast pace life in a big city, in a way that may never change, but sometimes…
All I can think of is the scent of my old fruity shampoo and the feeling of my wet hair slowly drying on a soft pillow, while I’m drifting away into precious, peaceful sleep, in my old room, back home…
Sometimes I miss that cup of hot black tea awaiting for me next to a hand crafted sandwich, and the loving smile that comes with it, greeting me into another day…
I suppose I’m not alone… I found this on my homesick browse tonight. It’s a painting made by Olha Pryymak, a Ukrainian-born artist who lives and works in London. When she’s feeling nostalgic or homesick for Kiev, she paints a caviar sandwich with a glass of tea…
My parents happen to have the same tea-cup… And this is exactly the first thing that comes to my mind in days like these, black tea and caviar, generously spread over a thick layer of butter on a fresh slice of white bread (crust on)…
