Birthe Mühlhoff

We rented a small house in Arbois, a French town near the Swiss border. The morning light was coming through the windows when I found my friend Ben reading a book on the couch. I headed down into the kitchen to make some coffee. When I came back into the room, he had swapped the book for his smartphone and his electric toothbrush, without moving out of this most elegant position, reminiscent of a Renaissance painting. For me, this picture captures the mood of holiday mornings. You do several things in no particular order, and you just float through the beginning of the day.