This is my mother’s house. The living room, one morning last week. Christmas wreath still hanging above the fireplace. Signs of High WASP eclecticism everywhere.
My mother said to me, in the midst of the semi-chaos, “You should do something for yourself.” A mani-pedi wasn’t in the cards. But it was completely possible to take pictures here and there. I asked both my mother and stepfather for permission to put up these photos, and they were kind enough to agree.
Their house is a classic merger, of old, new, Sweden, New England, Santa Barbara. And a couple of families.
For example, desks. From New England.
Images: me. First one with a Panasonic Lumix. The rest with my iPhone and the ShakeIt fauxlaroid application. Because if you can’t do a real photo shoot, fake it in low-fi. If it’s good enough for Hollister Hovey, it’s more than good enough for me.