Surveillance

When I was in Paris, like, fifteen years ago, I happened past a glassware shop and I saw these dinner plates in the window: That is, out-of-focus night-time surveillance photos. On dinner plates. And I had a sudden vision: A… what’s this style called in English? “Peasant romantic” or something? It sounds less insulting in Norwegian, somehow. Anyway, I was thinking about the juxtaposition of an oldee-tymey romantic dinner plate display shelf of some kind (not as romantic as the above, because there are limits) and these spooky and unnerving dinner plates. So I bought the plates, schlepped them back home (without breaking any! it’s miracle!) and then… put them in a cupboard for fifteen years. Until now. I spent a lot of time researching (i.e., at least half an hour), and I just couldn’t find any antique ones that wouldn’t look like a too overt joke in my kitchen, or that were big enough, and I finally resorted to Etsy. Tada! But, er, during the fifteen years that had passed, I had…