. . . 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...
Though Weekend Links has fallen away, the thread itself has never been broken. Each week, at the opening of Hyperreality, we gather the fleeting moments, passing thoughts, and small currents of ordinary days before they drift beyond reach.
With Christmas exactly one month away, and our neighbourhood's lighting ceremony on Thursday evening, one can't help but get a little caught up in all the holiday excitement. Here are a few things on our list, from the kinds of pieces that feel made for this in-between moment of the year, when November is slipping quietly toward winter and everything seems to slow under the softer light.
It’s been three months since the last our last newsletter update, though it feels both longer and shorter than that – like most things lately. Since then, we’ve moved constantly: Scotland to England, city to city, trains and overnights and cafes that all blur together now. Glasgow, London, Stamford, Manchester. A collage of impressions.