Tag: Brocante
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When Sweetness Comes, Hold on to It
Oh the brocante and the simple joy it lets me discover. Tucked inside a homemade box, made especially to hold a person’s sweet souvenirs – Glassine paper wrappers, once filled with Jordan almonds, favors for communions and marriages. Folded. Saved.…
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Small Wall Hangings Found at the Brocante
I knew the moment I saw them that they were coming home with me. They were scattered here and there on a table at the brocante, rolled and stacked without bother. Dusty wooden like dowels darkened with age. But the…
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The Way They Were, the way they are.
These two are clearly a couple. Bound together by history, gravity, and matching frames that were once gilded and beautiful. Time has not been kind. Nor has moisture. They are barely hanging on. She is attempting dignity, but dignity has…
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Charming Glass Top Boxes Filled with Echantillons
The lady pauses at the counter to loosen her gloves, easing them off one finger at a time, and puts them in her small beaded bag. She whispers with her eyes to her child who stands close, eyes level with…
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When in France
France reveals itself in the small, everyday passages—pieces once used, once loved, still full of meaning. Step into France the way I love it most: through the objects that lived real lives. Touch, listen, imagine. A free museum of sorts.…
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Part Two of the Photo Shoot
That particular morning we loaded the car/ objects, textiles, bits of inspiration, and the friends who said yes to spending a day chasing light with me. We drove into the mountains to the place I had chosen, a clearing I…