One day I may own a dining room like this. Unlikely, given my affinity for studio apartments with but one chair, but maybe I’ll catch the extravagance bug one of these years. No royalty is being entertained on S Russell St, that’s for sure (factoid: the “S” is actually the middle initial of Paul Russell, not an abbreviation for “South” [unless his name was Paul South Russell, of course]).
Owning or not, this is going on the back of some new venture-driven business cards, albeit at a very low opacity. Low enough for black serif text to be overlaid while remaining highly readable. I’ll admit I’m a bit disappointed in the outcome, but I’m nothing short of thrilled with how my personal cards turned out.
Whatever the case, the mind is all flutterous with ideas and desired directions, foggy though they may be. Of novel approaches, outlandish thinking (good for absurd humor but not necessarily irrefutable demonstrated business value). Sustaining cognition, caffeine and pastries and all.
To a biography in bed.