After a fantastic weekend of boozing and laundry (peculiar combination, but so exists the life of a college student), I’ve been thinking of my craft shop. It doesn’t actually exist yet, but I’ve made a deal with myself to have one up and running by the summer. I have primarily been thinking of ways to improve my production, but I have also been thinking of what I shall name it, a task that is both terribly exciting and agonizing to me. I have been scrolling through my folders for inspiration, collected photographs, personal vignettes, poems, music, and, of course, the writings of the lovely Vladimir Nabokov. The only fruition of my labor is a pad of paper littered with potential shop names that hails little to no progress of settling on any one of them. None of them necessarily excite me. But, I did stumble across a little inspiration I thought worth sharing.
There is something so wonderfully eerie and fantastical about these paintings.
As of now, I think I am actually settled on Cemetery on Film to be my shop’s name, but these are enchanting, no?
