Sometimes you just see them

By Catherine

It's fun when you look at things and don't realize they have a purpose, beyond the obvious, and someone spent a lot of time on it. For me Pizza boxes is one of those things.

 

When you work with books, websites and magazines like I do, you always work with a design perspective. For me, that affects how I look at things in life. The beauty of ordinary things, like my father used to call them. He was an art-director at an ad-firm in the 60th. The glory days of advertising.

On the mantle piece over the iron stove in the kitchen (yes, we do have an electric one too, just to clarify) sits an old cacao can from the 1930th. For me that represents the beauty of ordinary things. It's shape, materials and colors, represent and forgotten era when we didn't trow away everything as soon as it was emptied.

Pizza boxes is definitely something you throw away, but they to can be a piece of art. If you are like us and does an insane amount of decorations for Christmas, you have seen plenty of them in December.

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Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.

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