Much to my parents' dismay I got a tattoo when I turned eighteen. The tattoo artist lived out in the middle of the woods and had a stunning collection of turtle shells, birds nests, and other natural objects that he had collected on nature walks with his son, who was very appropriately named Forest. Ever since then I've wanted to start a collection of natural objects (aside from my random rocks/shells from Cape Cod). This week's Collected post features the specimen collection of my dreams. It belongs to Benita Larsson...well, actually it belongs to her son Wille. I also love how she's displayed their collection of maps.
Posted by Aesthetic Outburst... at 10:28 PM