1. 1900s French Ormolu Gilt Frame
I’m obsessed with photo frames, big, small, forgettable. I like that the frame in my hands, tells me the photo I don’t know of yet, to pair them with. There’s so much we do in the store, that matters big and small become forgotten, and life becomes forgettable. But I always remember the process of cutting out postcards, wishing cards, advertisements, art prints, for that particular frame. And then I recall what I did that day the frame was laid. Strange how I understand Imagism when I no longer have the economy of words.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.
In a Station of the Metro