"I like it," Eames says. "Like a cross between Escher and Richard Serra."
"Arthur loves Escher," Ariadne pipes from her extremely unsafe perch at the top of the sculpture.
"I know," Eames replies. "I saw
his trainers."
"How are we supposed to serve hot liquids to people in a structure like this?" demands Arthur. "Also, Eames, cataloguing my taste in shoes verges on the creepy."
"Sometimes I feel like it's the only thing I have," says Eames, and wakes up blushing. Thank God he woke up right then. If he actually says that in front of Arthur he might have to shoot himself.
Centerpiece from an incomprehensible little book called Folding Architecture. Am I seriously teaching myself bits and pieces of secondhand architecture just so I can do fanart? Yes, yes I am.