— Henry Miller
The Cast of Downton Abbey Photographed for the January Issue of Vogue
Farewell, My Queen starring Diane Kruger as Marie Antoinette and Lea Seydoux as the Queen’s Reader.
The movie, set in the Palace of Versailles, takes place over three days in July 1789, telling the story of the monarchy right before it falls to the Revolution. It will open the Berlin Film Festival next month.
I enjoy blogs. They’re great early in the morning with a cup of coffee. They’re a perfect way to spend break time at work. They’re a great bed time story. But I’ve found they’re best devoured on a lazy Sunday afternoon when responsibilities are long forgotten and the only sounds surrounding you are the sweet melodies of Bon Iver floating around the room.
I enjoy blogs because they give me a peek into someone else’s well curated life. What they choose to wear, where they live, what activities they immerse themselves in, who they involve in their life, what music penetrates their ears, what they eat, how they decorate their homes. Basically: How they live. How they choose to see the world. Their world. It’s a fascinating concept, that a person can involve so many people in their personal lives through the (sometimes) simple use of a blog.
The blogs that I have in my daily digest cover a vast array of subjects like food, fashion, design, family, entertainment… There is truly a blog out there for every interest: Living minimally or living lavishly; Living a perennially single life or living with a clan of family. Living on the east coast or living on the west coast.
However, I do have one complaint: Where are the blogs showcasing the lives of the struggling, single, twenty-somethings that have returned home after college, those that are living in seclusion in the upstairs or the basement of their parent’s home? Where are the blogs that explore the confusion, the frustration, the severely unglamorous aspects of this strange and unsettling time? I know I’m not the only one stuck between feeling gracious for a place to stay and feeling resentful for having to permanently return to childhood memories.
I enjoy blogs. I love their escapism. I love the reality they portray. I love getting a tiny glimpse into their well crafted journey. But I’d like a little bit of my reality mirrored back at me. I’d love to know how they’re choosing to deal with their hand. I need the inspiration, just like I need the inspiration on sartorial choices I get from capecodecollegiate, on family living I get from bleubirdvintage, on delicious recipes I get from cupcakesandcashmere, or on entertaining simply from kinfolk. Because at the end of the day, as much as I love the arousal of the beautiful things blogs tend to depict, a dose of reality from a struggling, single, twenty-something would deliver something much more desired. Something much more needed:
Hope.
— John Lennon
