Life at № 42
One of (in my firm opinion) the best interior designers in the world has landed at number 42- bringing along with her a photo of us together many years ago. In the days when one went to parties wearing Regency ties. And rings with rather important stones.
Something extraordinary happens to the mind when one is surrounded by (enough) members of one’s own tribe. Almost like anaesthesia. An emotional variety of anaesthesia. Safety in numbers?