S. Menkes, NYTimes Moderedaketeur, spricht über ihren Mann, wer auch Times Redaketeur war, und immer Kartenspiele und Schach spielte
This picture was taken by Jens K, photographer and friend, and it hangs above the kitchen table on Sophienstrasse. It is part of a whole series of pictures of dinner tables taken at the end of parties. Wreckage. Fred and I both love it.
Inspired, he shot these the other night out at jw's mother's house. It was the first real Christmasy vibed time we've had this season. The house is set back from the street, and as we walked down a small stone path and went through a rounded door, it was all a bit märchenhaft. You start to get the Brothers Grimm on a whole new level here in Germany.
We joined the family and were stuffed with sweets beside the tree lit with real candles. Stollen, chocolate mousse, homemade cinnamon ice cream, baked apples, lebenkuchen, butter cookies...
..and games. In the upper right hand corner of the table you can see a handful of tiny boxes. Each is filled with a little game, a puzzle, and they were given to evan by jw for Christmas. They're simply constructed but often difficult to solve - like two twisted nails intertwined that must be seperated - unless you're jw or his sister, who both solved them immediately, apparently without effort.
Everyone got their turn. Some came to the end quickly. Some took longer than others. Some asked for help; others refused. And once the puzzle was solved, there was always that realization that it was only the halfway mark that had been reached. The puzzle still had to be put back together.
"He was very good at the end of a hand. I'm not good with endgame. I don't know what will happen. Perhaps something wonderful."
S. Menkes, NYTimes fashion critic, speaking about her husband, who was also a Times critic and always played cardgames and chess
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