. . . in between that lost pocket of time — the one just as winter is ending and spring has yet to begin — time stands still, and the world holds its breath, waiting, waiting, for green grass and blossoms on trees, for tulips and daffodils and everything in bloom, and when it does finally happen, everything is awash in a hazy, golden light, and the everything comes alive again . . .
{p.s.} also new :
* from the weekend : a few lovely links
* style inspiration : seven chic things for spring
* editorial : kate moss by patrick demarchelier