Because my flight arrived late, I ran breathlessly through the Stockholm airport to catch the connection to Höganäs, Christer Strömholm’s hometown.
It was in September 1992, ten years before his death on January 11, 2002. He was waiting for...
Because my flight arrived late, I ran breathlessly through the Stockholm airport to catch the connection to Höganäs, Christer Strömholm’s hometown.
It was in September 1992, ten years before his death on January 11, 2002. He was waiting for...
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