Travel and history can both inspire a sense of moral relativism, as they did for the Greek historian and traveller Herodotus in the 5th century BCE. What should one make of the fact that what counts as adultery, for example, differs around the world?
. . . gilded pumpkins and golden garlands, soirées and masquerades, or quiet cocktails by firelight — whatever you may have planned for this all hallow’s eve, hope it’s filled with a little magic . . .
. . . this post was supposed to be published before halloween, but with all the candy and commotion, was lost, and so, perhaps a little inspiration to bookmark for next year?
. . . halloween has nearly arrived, and if you have not had a chance to plan to your costume yet, a little quick and simple, and impossibly pretty inspiration . . .
. . . 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 . . .
. . . if there were talk previously, about time having flown, there is no comparison for the month of october, which nearly already seems as a distant dream . . .
. . . positively smitten with the idea of white and gold for halloween — delicate garlands made of lacy...
happy halloween! hope your weekend is filled with the soft glow of flickering jack-o’-lanterns, spiced cider and far too much...
. . . a little halloween inspiration in shades of hazy blue and gold . . . {images: 1, 3...
Hope you have fun things planned for tonight — be certain to eat too much candy and snuggle up with the ones you love by the glow of jack-o-lanterns.
Couldn’t think of a more fitting artist for a Halloween post than Damien Hirst, an artist born in Bristol to a lapsed Catholic mother and a mechanic/car salesman father who left their family when he was only 12 years old.
It’s that skull and crossbones time of year again and what could be more fun than wearing posh, brightly-coloured skulls?...
