Small pleasures 

Morning espresso. The essential start to my day. 


The lost art of letter writing

It must be well over a decade since I wrote a letter by hand, but there was a certain simple pleasure to be had from using a fountain pen and proper writing paper to say thank you to my recent research interviewees. Now it’s time to resuscitate the traditional calling card I think:



Sometimes there’s pleasure in the small details of things. These are from the two French paintings posted earlier, just submitted for painting competitions. Paintings are notoriously difficult to photograph, and I have renewed respect for the professional photographs we used to use from my early days as an art dealer in Edinburgh’s Dundas Street, who produced beautiful large format transparencies. A dying art, I should imagine.

Detail I
Detail II