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ph. Steven Meisel, Vogue juillet 1997

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Auguste Rodin: Two Hands (1909)

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I love the contrast in this photo, of the sweet, blood red sauce with the white cream and delicate lace…

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on finding the beauty in the everyday

I recently read Sally Rooney's Beautiful World, Where Are You and this particular passage really resonated with me:

"I found it impossible to imagine ever feeling again as I had apparently once felt about rain or flowers. It wasn't just that I failed to be delighted by sensory experiences - it was that I didn't actually seem to have them anymore... I suppose I was seeing but not looking - the visual world just came to me flat, like a catalogue of information. I never looked at things anymore, in the way I had before...

I began to feel it all over again - the nearness, the possibility of beauty, like a light radiating softly from behind the visible world, illuminating everything."

As you may have deduced from the title, the novel is about how we struggle to find beauty and meaning in a world that feels increasingly alien and dystopian. The passage above really captured a loss that I felt moving on from my early twenties and even adolescence, but one that I had never really consciously articulated. My current life is in many ways more stable compared to those years, but I also feel like I lost a certain sensitivity to beauty. I'm reluctant to use the word romanticism, with the phrases "romanticising your life" and "main character syndrome" having been coopted by cringy TikTok posts, but I miss the part of me that could be moved by something as simple as watching the rain fall from my window, or a line of poetry I read in a book.

I wonder if this is an inevitable consequence of aging, or a process that's been accelerated by a fast-paged, digital society. The quote about how the "visual world just came to me flat, like a catalogue of information" is a telling description of how we now absorb media online, our phones suspended inches from our faces, with hundreds of images and videos scrolling by in 2 inch panes.

I'm wondering how I can once again capture that sense of wonder and gratitude for everyday things that came so easily to me when I was younger. It feels near impossible to do in a life increasingly constrained by work and the constant pressure to be productive. Anyways, I'm not totally sure why I wrote this post on a website that seems to be mostly defunct. But maybe someone will read this and be able to relate.

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Vintage American Apparel ads

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Love that Pamela Anderson is having a moment again, and also low key campaigning for frosted lipstick to come back

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Hairstyles I’m saving for my future daughter

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We love a dramatic sleeve

Fanny Liautard: ‘Angel Wing Dress’ Bridal & Evening Collection (2012)

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