It is a rare thing to come upon a second-hand bookstore that’s bright and airy rather than shadowy and stuffy. Not that I mind the darker, more labyrinthine Antiquariate, don’t get me wrong; in a world of dwindling bookstores I’m happy to browse any shop for literary, or just beautifully bound, old treasures.
I like my bars empty, I do. Matter of fact, I prefer them that way. Not that I don’t like having other people there, just that I appreciate that certain surplus of personal space that comes with, say, a library before closing time, or a second-hand record store on a Tuesday morning.
Do I need to say much about this artist? Probably not, just that I was amazed by his friendliness and open mind, his interest in the people he meets and the time he gives them.
I went to Blain|Southern for a photo assignment, and once again thought that this gallery might just be lucky enough to have the most beautiful gallery space in town.