Mon Île en Porcelaine

On certain evenings our peaceful gatherings were only disrupted by the splattering of freshly caught crab. It´s shell pieces showering us all over as we hit  it open with a rock against  the ancient mahogany tabouret. We then ate it drenched in limes. My slanted roof would gather all the water needed during the summer time into a wall…

Postcards From Heaven

NYC – The MARK By the time you read this is it will be over.   This was my last batch of items and with it I have blogged each and every designer I had committed to, at least once. I did not make it on time however as the FFL event is 1 minute over.  Therefore…