Pace Framing & Lifestyle
I remember sitting on the floor of my studio last autumn, surrounded by half-finished terrariums and the skeletal remains of…
I remember sitting in my studio last autumn, trying to sketch a new layout for a miniature moss terrarium, when…
I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, meticulously polishing the brass legs of “Barnaby”—a mid-century velvet armchair I rescued…
I still remember the first week I moved into my studio in Brooklyn; I sat surrounded by half-unpacked crates and…
I was sitting in a tiny, sun-drenched cafe in Montreal last autumn, surrounded by the scent of damp cobblestones and…
I was hunched over my workbench last night, the scent of cedar shavings and old solder hanging heavy in the…
I remember sitting in my studio last July, sweating through my linen shirt while trying to sketch a new layout…
I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to breathe some life into “Barnaby,” an old velvet armchair I’m…
I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ old gallery, surrounded by the scent of aged teak and beeswax,…
I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to coax a stubborn piece of reclaimed teak into a new…
