The photographs of N.P. Thompson

interiors

lace and shadow

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Lamar Penthouse


just we two


patterns


Bergdorf solo

See also: https://npthompson.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/bergdorf-window/


the last row


Mary Brown’s china

“…sometimes the law does not do what it should, and something being legal does not make it right.” — Stacey Abrams

The late Mary Brown was a close relative whom I scarcely knew: my grandfather’s sister. A country girl who married into money, she was a Southern grande dame, as extravagant as she was aloof.

She died from cancer (the treatments, not the disease) when I was in my early teens. Despite geographical proximity, I only saw Mary a couple of times in the single digits of my youth, and unlike other doting aunts and vying uncles, eager to be endearing, who courted me with candy bars and bakery treats, she never zeroed in on my presence. (Perhaps she disapproved of my mother’s status as a divorced woman, although Mrs. Brown had, seemingly, no qualms about her only daughter being married off to an eminently presentable gangster. That’s how things were in the Deep South back then.)

2 or 3 things I remember about her: (more…)


Place on Broad


violin lessons


walk-in closet – an epic

Circa Spring ’17.

See also: npthompson.wordpress.com/2013/12/18/furniture-of-mr-thompsons-mind-circa-1997


afternoon rise


vase in the elevator


lamps & leaves


blue chan variation

blue-chan-variation

Originally posted December 31, 2010


South Broadway

#impeachtrump


Christmas at Tiffany

Christmas at Tiffany

Originally posted December 25, 2009


a hotel for Christmas

a-hotel-for-christmas


dialing M


something I dreamed last night

permanent collection


getting somewhere

getting somewhere


away inside

away inside

recommended listening: Tōru Takemitsu


shelf life

shelf life


sunlit curtain

sunlit curtain “When he came out of the house the last intense light of the winter day was pouring over the town below him, and the bushy tree-tops and the church steeples gleamed like copper…

…he would never go away from Haverford; he had been through too much here ever to quit the place for good. What was a man’s ‘home town’ anyway, but the place where he had had disappointments and had learned to bear them?”

— Willa Cather, from Lucy Gayheart, 1935


being somewhere else

being somewhere else

Merry Christmas!