Tatler - June 2017


June 2017
Josh Spero

Leaving a friend’s house in the country recently, I saw what I never see in London – stars. Belts of them, bright constellations to which humans have given grand names and patterns. I was awestruck – just like this stargazer, clasping his knees to his chest and tilting his head towards the heavens in amazement. The tiny Mexican hard-stone sculpture speaks to anyone who has ever glanced skywards and felt infinitely small.

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