March 5, 2021

🦀 03.04.21

I remember tracing tablecloth patterns at holiday parties, hands sticky from melted ice cream—a type of sweetness that felt indulgent and playful, the type that I wanted to smear everywhere, even though I knew better.

Maraschino cherry chair, paired with a seafood tablecloth. At an oblique angle, the crabs are somehow more lifelike.

—P