My Homies

A couple of Aaltos from a couple of private Santas just arrived in my tiny apartment. I guess they are what you may call fashionable late since Christmas was last year. When I first saw them I had a flashback-moment to a certain basement in the heart of Tokyo, where I used to spend 10 ass-pain-hours a day on a similar kind (only white). Atelier Alvar.

(The man in the shop was Danish (He arranged a Tour de Lamps for my mom and me, the guy knew a whole lot about lamps, let me tell you). Second flashback-moment: Denmark I miss you!)

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