Nurtured by a glamorous and practical posse of women in elemental Africa; my Grandparent's home echoing the richness and textures and layers of an era passing. JVB was born from experience of timeless family values and yet impossibly twenties in character; the mirror interior of the cocktail cabinet, the herringbone veneer of the tabletop and the raquets in their presses in the hall. The refracting beams through the chandelier. The clink of ice and the amber colour of whiskey. The opera on Sunday mornings. The evening light through the beads strung on granny’s dressing table. The smell of lemon in the furniture wax. Details of furniture from another era informed my eye; the turned leg of a flat piano, the nickel castor on the tea trolley.

Justin Van Breda
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