It’s mid-January, and I’m winding down a month spent in a new house in Normandy. It’s a new old house, one built in the late 1700s, and so it has been a fine place from which to inhabit both our contemporary manic futurism and our […]
It’s mid-January, and I’m winding down a month spent in a new house in Normandy. It’s a new old house, one built in the late 1700s, and so it has been a fine place from which to inhabit both our contemporary manic futurism and our […]