The little one is Eric Lloyd Wright, his grandfather’s hand to his head, his father not wearing a beret.
He grew up in the family business.
And spoke at length, reading from the diary of Anaïs Nin about the house he created for her and his half-brother, in Silverlake.
If Frank Lloyd Wright’s son was named Lloyd Wright I’m surprised his grandson wasn’t named Wright… 🙂
Or, Wright Wright Wright!
Two wrongs don’t make a Wright…