There are only two editions a year, and it is heavy and thick and glossy and decadent like an Italian Vogue, and packed full of fantastic interviews, great fashion, amazing photography and lots of dreamy things. To me, it is exactly what a magazine should be. I am off to Amazon to try to find a cheap subscription.
On the cover is Christy Turlington my favourite secret crush supermodel. I loved her in the 80s, I love her doing her yoga thing and I love her being a mother. To me, she has always seemed very unaggressive and gentle. No tantrums, no odd surgery.
(by Peter Lindbergh)
(by Sofa and Mauro)
It was my birthday this week and I received yesterday a lovely little package in the post which looked like this:
It was from Jane, fellow lawyer and blogger, of Planet Baby. So thoughtful in this day and age to take the time to make a gift, wrap it, write a card and post it all. Just blows my mind really. Thank you dear Jane it is much appreciated (and you have a lot of challenges at the moment) and here is the gift, a divine Liberty heart, sitting for moment against a bronze Buddha we bought in northern Thailand a lifetime ago.
I am becoming scarily addicted to Instagram. I know I am hardly cutting edge in this, but I do love it so.