The Brooklyn home of of photographer 
Mike Mabes, whose fantastic eye is exemplified in the 
ensuing post, is evident in his living space as well. With the exception of the munitions hung & strewn casually about (which I am assured are not real), I recognize many elements I choose to live with in my own home: books, trunks, heirloom furniture showing its age, art, vintage cameras, travel mementos & stuff everywhere, like a tiny & personal museum spanning generations, & in Mike's case, all beautifully displayed.
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