1258, Boston

One spring day in ’04, in a little apartment down on Commonwealth Ave. there hung a few negligees and brasserie with thin lace trimmings and small ribbons. There they stayed for a day, slightly swaying from the breeze as they basked in the sun. I’m no poet but I thought it was beautiful, along with the hydrangeas by the window.

If you look closely enough, you might just notice the Dumb & Dumber poster above the heater, the old record player next to the hydrangeas and the $20 Ikea lamp from where the hangers hung. Still, the scene was ethereal, and the camera snapped.