#lamperti

Returning this week to Bee.Janice Lamperti’s lips twisted at the smell. It wasn’t a strong one, not really, she was sure, but it certainly seemed there to her. The smell of harsh cleaning supplies, old potpourri. Febreeze. The smell of being old. It brought back memories of when she was younger. The carefully starched dresses, the too-hard shoes that pinched just under her ankles. Her mother’s…

Iride Floor Lamp by Ico Parisi, Italy 1970,

Manufactured by Lamperti,

Enameled Aluminum, Enameled Steel, Chrome-plated Steel,

Returning this week to Bee. Lamperti wasn’t used to the word ‘No.’ Growing up the only boy in a male preferred family, he rarely heard it. And never from his parents. He was raised understanding his position, both in the family and in life. That reinforcement only served to make things clearer to him: he was meant to rule, meant to govern. So when his first business, a family-owned used car…

Returning this week to Bee.She was there, on the rooftop again. The wind was howling, but she couldn’t hear the noise. It was like she existed in silence. Her eyes, on the horizon, were waiting. The wind whipped her hair around her face in a wild, reddish cloud. Slowly they rose in the red sky that marked the horizon. Tall, bulky shapes. They moved in bulky configurations, monsters with too…