The light blue frame you see here belonged to my grandfather who was an oil painter…


That's my grandfather, Rosel, sitting with my grandma. My dad is standing on the far left. He has two of his dad's paintings, but there are several more divided among the other seven- count 'em- seven siblings
For years I’d hang the frame on the wall then for fun tack a postcard or snapshot in the center or lean a few on the ridge of the woodwork.
Then, one day…

My friend, Dave Mendez, gave me a photo he took at Versailles. (Dave is one of those rare creative types who can manage a camera, marketing for a multi-million dollar start up, film development, and other creative and business endeavors- all with a smile on his face. He's my idol!)
I ran down to Aedicule Fine Framing (they’re the best in the city!) where they framed it for me with a scrap of silver raw silk they had lying around. Love it!
It happened again about six years ago… I was minding my own business at the Alameda Flea market…
…when I saw most perfectly delicate and wondrous mirror frame ever. Treasure! Without negotiating, I paid top dollar and took it home. I used the same method for displaying this open frame but upgraded to larger artwork hung in the center. Like this…

My super creative, talented, amazing brother, Lane, designed the poster years ago. He's amazing too...
It looks good but I was getting tired of the look. I needed a fresh way to display this gorgeous things.
One day, Bethany Nauert, photographer for Apartment Therapy (among other super cool sites and mags!), contacted me to photograph my home. Yikes! I had a wall in my dining room that needed serious punch and I had this frame and two weeks… hm… maybe something could be happening here…
Stay tuned for more of the story… see you tomorrow!
