My dear and old friend (we are nervous to admit that it’s now been almost two decades of friendship and what that means about our present age) has always been, amongst other forms of inspiration, one of my introductions to European art and literature. Of Prussian-Anglo origin, she opened the window of Herman Hesse, Schubert, tasteful aesthetics and a sort of honest sobriety to my yet unformed self back then. She inherited her mother’s aptitude for cooking up a charismatic home, and whenever we get the chance to reunite in her different abodes within various spots of the German speaking world, I whip out my camera and snap for imagination. These photos of her present life in Zurich are very much with her consent! Thank you, dear Dresden, for always having room for me in your space.