A German knitting handbook from 1939, with a dedication written inside dating Oktober 1942. The best thing is that the illustration is from elsewhere; it’s a magazine or poster, perhaps, and was hand-wrapped and pasted onto the cover.
Look at the two lovers. It’s like I’ve found a trove of some woman’s longing. Last week, Michael Moon said of the artist Henry Darger: “He wrote not to produce books but to produce a more and more expansive environment for himself.” This is what I imagine she was doing when she carefully adhered her new cover. Centuries of [certain] lives confined to private space producing “the secret lives of women.” Sex play in the archives.
