Orange juice, Italian style.
Years ago, I had a picture of a juice stand in Naples that was, I think, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I think about it all the time, and have become obsessed with a certain kind of wall-mounted citrus press that doesn’t seem to exist outside of Italy. A reasonable facsimile of the original juice stand can be seen below.
I have also become enamoured with the mesh bags that citrus fruit comes in. Like the table skirts of a few months ago, I can’t help but feeling like there is potential in them somewhere.