I grew up with things that were ethnic, I grew up with things that were tribal, I grew up with things that made people furrow their brows. There were hookahs from Iran, there were breastplates from Kenya, there were crosses from Ethiopia. It was a strange and curious house filled with strange and curious things.
Those sorts of things fill my own home today. I seek them out, I covet them, I collect them. But sometimes I want things that are different. Glamorous things. Things that sparkle and catch the light.
I bought one of those things recently.
Italian, 60+ years old, found in the Marrakech souks (where else?). Now strung up from a ladder in my bedroom like some kind of art installation. Waiting to be hung in a place where I can look up and see it overhead. Do you have chandeliers in your home?