In December, our conversations become longer; everybody acts surprised by how quickly the year came to an end when we all know how. We talk about being better next year, we write resolutions but never fulfil the ones we wrote the previous year. The season turns extreme, leaves don't fall anymore, they die on their branches. Some people await the holidays while some fear how different or similar their life will be next year (they always fear the latter) In December we realize that life is fickle and death might come uninvited.
Festive winter Vogue covers from 1919-1929, pulled from the Vogue Archive.
(fall covers) (winter covers)
‘honeymoon’ ph. inés chable for delude magazine, 2023
“Im not dignifying that with a response” gets me every time. Im not acknowledging tht stupid ass shit
Gillian Flynn, from Sharp Objects
virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions : "to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones."