We are talking about what they like. He tells me what she likes (which is also what he secretly likes):
-Well, a romantic kind of style.
But she doesn't deny the evidence of what makes her feel good, and asks me to take the photos at night because that's when the house folds in on itself like a placenta of soft fabrics and quinquette light.
Night-in-the-house, children in the bath, night-in-the-house, cold beer in the fridge, night-in-the-house, soup mist, night-in-the-house... The strange equation between olive green, Tudor windows and the romantic verb in some Scandinavian dead language.
Shhhhhhhhh... quiet...
Listen to the smoke.
Smell the spark.
Find out more about this house at this report of BTV's Connexió Barcelona broadcast on 24 March 2011.
