When I was a young woman, I fell hard...for a chandelier...I saw it in an Architectural Digest magazine...my first clue that it would be impossibly expensive...pricing it only confirmed my worst fear...that I would forever have to settle for appreciating it only in print...
Its design was unique...avant-garde...diametrically opposed to the mainly antique furniture I had been collecting...yet despite its modernity, I was so enamored that I would have found a way to integrate it into my interior...in a heartbeat...if only it hadn't cost as much as a car...
Before I visited the Château L'Évangile last year, I had not thought of it in decades...so imagine my surprise when...hanging in an office...just across the hall from where I was tasting the estate's 2011 Bordeaux...hung that very chandelier...as enchanting to me in that moment as it had been so many years before...
When you look at it in the image below, you may find yourself shaking your head and wondering what I was thinking...it's simple, really...I was thinking where else would I ever again find a light fixture...made mostly of wire and paper and binder clips...covered with handwritten lines of Guillaume Apollinaire's poetry...wherever, indeed...
Chandelier hanging in an office at the Château L'Évangile in Pomerol, France