. . . and somehow, we have arrived at this, the last week before christmas, and the past few days...
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. . . and since december began, there have five holiday films and one album on repeat, a mid-week brunch...
. . . some of the beautiful moments of the weekend included an early sunday morning and breakfast with new...
. . . a rainy, rainy tuesday with still much to do, but happily, a houndstooth bow blouse and a...
. . . this weekend was spent on dinner dates, following afternoons wandering about the shops, intoxicating new fragrances and...
. . . so lovely to see you again — how was your weekend? ours was spent mostly in a...
. . . hello! it’s lovely to see you again — how was your weekend? here, there was much, much...
. . . this weekend has been soft lights and afternoon tea, golden and crimson leaves fluttering softly, softly; and...
. . . a more luxuriously low-key weekend would not have been possible, for this time, [and the first in quite some time], there were no set plans, travel or otherwise — only half-thoughts, whims & fancies, all fallen by the wayside, in favour of easy mornings and elegant dinners, the blustery romance of autumn at every turn and candlelight against dark windowpanes on early evenings, and later, ambling walks, leather boots and leaves, long cashmere scarves and very warm thoughts . . .
. . . a late brunch on a sunny sunday afternoon, and can hardly believe that already one week ago,...
. . . overcast, and the ground, laden with fallen leaves and autumn's full arrival, despite somewhere [and secretly] hoping that summer would, perhaps, last even a minute longer, but, as it is, shall embrace the cosiness of tweed blazers with soft . . .
. . . and it feels like a million years ago that we left london behind in the quiet hours...
At a wide desk in a bedroom somewhere sits a figure, her back facing the camera, supported by an ergonomic white office chair. Her head is bracketed by puffy, white noise-cancelling headphones.
Why do rocks fall? Before Isaac Newton introduced his revolutionary law of gravity in 1687, many natural scientists and philosophers thought that rocks fell because falling was an essential part of their nature.
The first couple minutes of Quincy—the 2018 documentary about Quincy Jones, co-directed by his daughter Rashida—are really a quite striking prologue. The shots are simple enough: There’s the obligatory survey of so many record plaques and iconic portraits posted on so many walls of Quincy’s mansion in Bel-Air.
