This is Mary's home. Over the last twenty years, it has become my second home. I moved from Europe to NZ in 2002 and my father's life-long friend in Sydney also became my dearest friend and safe haven in the South Pacific.
Mary had the biggest heart and a bohemian young spirit. In her heart she was a New Yorker who even in her 70ies listened to Bob Dylan, Lou Reed, Nick Cave, and the Gotan project. She loved movies (the quirkier the better), books and cooking for her eclectic wide group of friends. To me, the chilled & cheerful pot luck lunches and regular gatherings in her colorful home was an expression of freedom and joy for life. Being with her in her creative home made me feel calm and happy. Lots of homes these days are clinical and empty. Everything in Mary's house however had a meaning, every piece told a story of Mary's life and reflects her colorful and young spirit. I am so grateful that I, over the years, captured Mary's home. Not that I would ever forget, but because it was so special and inspiring.
In your memory, I am sharing some of these images to celebrate you, your generous heart and your bohemian style and spirit.
Thank you for all the incredibly precious moments Mary.
I love you.