The Eames documentary yesterday was quite interesting, and I hadn't known much about them or that they did anything but furniture. It stays complex, except for not really addressing Charles' infidelities, and the blurred boundaries between himself and his associates. Ray is not equally represented, though they do address the sexism of the time about her. But the real sexism seems to have come from Charles. The cost of fame is implied, and the exhaustion of being playful perhaps past feeling it. They were two very beautiful people, and that has it's own burden as well. The film is good enough to show us how to see the shadow side of their lives for ourselves.
Then we met an elderly woman coming out, who asked if we had an Eames chair. I did not, but my friend surprised me by saying she had a knock off. My friend walked up the street with the lady to direct her to a cafe, and I walked home. That spontaneous kindness is why I like my friend so much. She's a good model for me.
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