These are his TED BAKER glasses. I love them, enough to draw them, obviously. He is my partner to this new adventure and old ones for many years now. Only he would support my crazy idea when I said: lets go see some houses tomorrow… and only he would help me calmly bring this dream into reality.
And now his glasses are in front of me on the kitchen table, and I realise – his father, which I never got to meet wore them, my father used a similar frame, and now he wears the same model, years later.
Can we objectively like something? or is it always packed up with memories and deep emotions we carry with us?