Prada Marfa

In 2005, a pair of Scandinavian artists, Michael Elmgreen and Ingar Dragset, unveiled, a sculpture masquerading as a Prada mini-boutique, called Prada Marfa, nearby the towns of Valentine and Marfa in western Texas. Located along an isolated stretch of U.S. Highway 90, the 15-by-25-foot adobe and stucco building was partially funded by the Prada Foundation, with the assistance of American architects Ronald Rael and Virginia San Fratello. To the dismay of potential shoppers, the doors were sealed shut. — in Wikipedia


NIGHT. Varka, the little nurse, a girl of thirteen, is rocking the cradle in which the baby is lying, and humming hardly audibly:

“Hush-a-bye, my baby wee,
While I sing a song for thee.”

A little green lamp is burning before the ikon; there is a string stretched from one end of the room to the other, on which baby-clothes and a pair of big black trousers are hanging. There is a big patch of green on the ceiling from the ikon lamp, and the baby-clothes and the trousers throw long shadows on the stove, on the cradle, and on Varka. . . . When the lamp begins to flicker, the green patch and the shadows come to life, and are set in motion, as though by the wind. It is stuffy. There is a smell of cabbage soup, and of the inside of a boot-shop.

extract from “Sleepy” by Anton Checkov

The full short-story, Let Me Sleep (Sleepy), Anton Chekhov.