Swedish illustrator Jonas Bergstrand was just the dose of Mid-Century Modern that I needed injected into my Wednesday morning. I was feeling the lack of inspiration thanks to the newly descended cold front and the general malaise of mid-week grind. Bergstrand got my mind greased with some serious idea juices. Why does it sound like there was some kind of perverse mental foreplay happening? Now, on top of feeling inspired, I feel a little violated.
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