I remember when I first fell in love with lighting;

after walking all across Brooklyn Nathan, Carter and I stopped in SoHo for dinner at a little restaurant with open windows and heating ducts on the roof. There was a tree with christmas light strung around it’s branches and exposed Edison bulbs hanging from the ceiling, it was dusk.

I don’t even remember what that place was called

but all I want to do is re-create that moment. 

I finally finished this lamp the other night. It’s constructed out of fir, steel plumbing fittings, and an antique sap bucket from a maple sugarbush.