When a friend of Mitch’s moved into new digs last week, he thought he’d warm up the empty place for her first night there (completely unbeknownst to her). So he grabbed anything to hand, which happened to be some of the stuff destined for the popup this Saturday, along with a jolt of color from a vintage Hermes scarf, hand-painted fabric from an old Hollywood theater, twinkle lights — you get the idea. It reminded me of the scene in Frances Hodgson Burnett’s A Little Princess, (Alfonso Cuarón’s is the best screen version), when a sympathetic friend climbed into her cold attic garret while she slept and laid the bare table with food, lit a fire, brought in some soft blankets, and transformed the godforsaken garret into a scene out of 1001 Nights. That’s what friends are for.
And since it was all going to be dismantled in a day, he grabbed some photos to remember by. File under the art of friendship.