My boyfriend is the master of folding paper cranes. Two years ago, for a Christmas gift, he filled a vintage Polaroid box with tons of them--some as small as my pinky nail. I went off to London a week later and turned the collection into a mobile, which hung above my desk as i took my six-month stab at art school (below: forgive my curtains).
The tiny birds have since been lost and scattered, so i need to commission a new flock. This time i might request them in all-white, or white tones. I love the cascading look of the mobile in the first image, photographed by Todd Selby. But, most of all, I love that someone (special, perhaps) took all of the time to make each and every crease.
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