Butterflies and Philosophers

I didn’t have posters of rock bands or movie stars on my walls as a young girl. Mine were butterflies and French philosophers (Camus, Sartre, de Beauvoir), and beautiful wings in every shape and shade imaginable.

It might give you a hint as to what kind of child I was - curious, a little dreamy, caught somewhere between deep thought and flights of fancy.

I loved big dreams paired with delicate things. 

And now, after all these years… I still do.