Collection: Holiday retreat at the alpine lodge

The alpine colors are an abstract masterpiece. Snow like fresh paper, pine green deep and steady as a long-held breath. The sky was a blue so clear it felt like forgiveness, and the wooden chalet glowed like warm honey. And the only true counter point the only true vivid color is the vulgar scarlet of a geranium, shrieking from a window box with the desperate, lipsticked bravado of a cabaret singer in a cathedral. A glorious, tasteless act of rebellion against all that sublime “good taste”.