Don’t Want To Be A Girl I Want To Be A Single Star In The Night Sky Shining So Bright All The Way To

arakii fw23 ‘frost jacket’

I love the idea of jewelry being passed down in a family. The stories that it tells, the bodies that have worn them. I find it so simple yet so pure.

i am completely normal and i don’t crave love every day at all (i look for it in every nook and cranny and these days the sun sinks too soon and the cold encloses my bones in a vice-like grip and december will come and go and it’ll be just another year i’m left without love)

Festive winter Vogue covers from 1919-1929, pulled from the Vogue Archive.

(fall covers) (winter covers)

Snow - Ton van Steenbergen

Dutch, b. 1962 -

Pastel , 50 x 40 cm.

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.

On soft spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars — something good will come out of all things yet— and it will be golden and eternal just like that — there's no need to say another word.

Jack Kerouac, big sur

Suddenly it's December

and you're not seventeen anymore.

And you haven't been seventeen for a very long time,

but sometimes you need to remind yourself.

- Margaux paul