The clocks went back this past Sunday, and all anyone can talk about is how dark it’s become. It is dark, and it will take some adjusting. After all, it’s that season again – the one Hemingway said made you sad without knowing why.
The light is slipping away earlier and earlier, and once British Summer Time ends on the 26th, we’ll lose even more of it. I won’t pretend I’m taking it well. People are posting their loafers and soft sweaters, but outside it’s cold, wet, and sharp with wind.
The sky in September begins to fall inward. Light pools at odd angles. The world ripens, then slowly lets go. And somewhere in that hush (before the fire-coloured trees, before the air slips colder) blue begins to feel right again.
IT’S OFFICIALLY summertime and we’re looking forward to red wine and a campfire by the water. There’s something magical about those golden hour moments when the day melts into evening—when cropped denim meets delicate crochet, and your favourite studded sandals...
The blazer‘s journey began in the 1800s aboard the HMS Blazer, where the ship’s captain outfitted his crew in navy double-breasted jackets with brass buttons for a visit from Queen Victoria. These distinctive uniforms earned the name “blazer” for their bright appearance and the ship they represented.
The peculiar stillness of mid-January settles like frost on windowpanes. After December's warmth and sparkle have faded, we find ourselves in winter proper—that hushed interval when branches trace stark patterns against pearl-grey skies and afternoon light takes on a silvery quality.
The art of gifting lies in finding those special pieces that feel both thoughtful and unexpected. As the holiday season approaches, we've curated two carefully considered gift guides—one for the men in your life, and another featuring elevated essentials for yourself or those close to you.
Discover thoughtful, unique gift ideas tailored for those who appreciate artful living, impeccable style, and culinary flair—perfect presents for everyone on your list this holiday season.
In the golden hours of autumn, when sunlight slants through branches at just the right angle, the world takes on a burnished glow. Virginia Woolf once observed that “autumn seems to cry for a million golden quills to paint it”. Indeed, it’s a season that gilds everything it touches—from the last lingering leaves to the quiet sophistication of a perfectly tailored camel coat in the crisp morning air.
IN THE quiet of autumn evenings, as twilight paints the sky in shades of lavender and gold, there’s a palpable shift in the air. It’s not just the crisper temperatures or the earlier sunsets, but a change in the very rhythm of life. Colette once wrote, “Autumn is the season of nostalgia, of memory, of looking back”. Yet it’s also a time of subtle anticipation, of cocooning ourselves in preparation for what’s to come.