Good Things Take Time
Like Idle Assembly
David Flint Wood’s study on Harbour Island is lined with dark wood panels, the sort that makes you instinctively want to lower your voice. Everything in the room feels considered, not curated.
On his desk, among a quiet accumulation of treasures, sits a photograph of his uncle. Sailing, post-war, sun-bleached and effortless with a beauty. The kind of im…
