such a gorgeous, flawless issue full of deep colors
... it makes me want to skip summer and be wrapped in wools and wearing tights in a chilly autumn morning.
I wish people nowadays were not afraid to be as unapologetically romantic as in some of these stories (like Chatelain’s, the D’Orazio one), or what Deborah Turbeville was doing around this time blending it even with poetry at times, but I guess it depends too on how receptive or cynical the readers are nowadays.. when you see work like Annemarieke van Drimmelen‘s being deemed as pretentious, it does make you feel like.. why bother.
Thanks for this,
justaguy!