Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it all here! Spent the day wrapped up in cozy knits and perfect city streets – nothing beats those simple moments. A little bit of rain, lots of coffee, and even better...

Here goes...

“There it is,” we said, didn’t we? That hesitant turn of the chin. He hasn’t quite gotten used to it being us, not really. Twenty years ago, everything felt so certain - a little too bright, perhaps, those summers in Provence, all lavender and laughter…and certainly lessensed than tonight. These silk pajamas aren’t exactly difficulting – blue, of course, always blue – but there was something about them then, wasn't there? A boldness, a willingness to be seen. Now, it’s almost comfortable to be a bit bundled up.

Feel that cable knit, though. Bit scratchy lately, doesn’t help. Your father liked the wool more, naturally. Said the sheep were better back home. Not that he ever mentioned that one time, did he? The night after the harvest festival. Didn’t need to, not explicitly. Just the way the light caught his cheek when he thought no one was watching.

Your gaze isn’t bad, not yet. It’s been quiet, for a while, hasn’t it? Like everyone else's. We don’t usually say much, do we? Too many silences, too often filled with guilt and memory. Almost forgot to brush our hair this morning – probably shouldn’t notice.

It could go either way, of course. Another polite nod, another set of questions that never quite get answered. Or maybe, just maybe, a flicker of recognition beneath the surface, a hint that you remember too. “Such a pretty dress," he might even dare to say.”

So, what do you think? Do you agree with our interpretation? Let us know!

(And if you want to give us feedback on the wardrobe choices…)