- Yohji Yamamoto
There’s just something about these slow in-between days that blend into each other, until you’re no longer sure what day of the week it is. A state of being rather than doing or consciously striving for anything. That’s when I find things start to bubble up – like an inner mood board, although with soft contours, more like invitations and possibilities.
I’ve been going back to past inspirations – my favourite photography books, black-and-white images, portraits. In this age of AI, it’s the analogue sources of inspiration that beckon. Let’s see how much of those inspirations start to reveal and manifest themselves, perhaps spill into this space, too. Instead of some grand master plan for the New Year, a gentle call to “leave some room for the unimaginable” (Mary Oliver, who else...).
A sense of cleansing, shedding and preparing for something new.
It all ties in with an urge to create a blank space also for my love child Poésie Privée over on Instagram – a reimagined gallery. I’ve been giving the moulded walls a fresh lick of imaginary paint, scrubbing those herringbone floors and chilling the crémant for anyone wanting to step in (find it on Instagram: @poesieprivee ).
I wonder what's nudging you, as the year is closing and another beginning?
Wishing you moments of rest and replenishment, before a fresh page turns.
Avec amour,
Rebecca
P.S. Images 1,2 & 4 were taken for my book Parisienne at the dreamy Ullman's Villa – a place close to the sea for plenty of replenishment, any time of the year.
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