Lamb's Ear Jacket—Black Wool Bouclé custom-order The three friends sat on

The three friends sat on floor cushions

A certain influence on objects that cast things which seemed very solid into something less fixed

A miniature counterfeit sun

an elderly woman’s hand moulds easily to the shape of a champagne saucer

the focused arch of the horse’s neck and that pause of improbable air between crossed steps…Shaken out of this memory

Lamb's Ear Jacket—Black Wool Bouclé custom-order The three friends sat onThey wore red tights for the occasion of an existential crisis. Accepting their weight, the foam of the couch recoiled into familiar obedience under its drab velvet skin. They closed their eyes and remembered a plant in the garden of childhood: Lambs Ear. The child pulled a leaf, and then regretted the small violence of the tear, not yet conditioned to ignore the brutality of casual detachment that would inevitably dull the vulnerable edges of youth.