Lorde for Harper’s Bazaar Germany, August 2014
Woolf often conceives of life this way: as a gift that you’ve been given, which you must hold onto and treasure but never open. Opening it would dispel the atmosphere, ruin the radiance—and the radiance of life is what makes it worth living. It’s hard to say just what holding onto life without looking at it might mean; that’s one of the puzzles of her books. But it has something to do with preserving life’s mystery; with leaving certain things undescribed, unspecified, and unknown; with savoring certain emotions, such as curiosity, surprise, desire, and anticipation. It depends on an intensified sense of life’s preciousness and fragility, and on a Heisenberg-like notion that, when it comes to our most abstract and spiritual intuitions, looking too closely changes what we feel. It has to do, in other words, with a kind of inner privacy, by means of which you shield yourself not just from others’ prying eyes, but from your own. Call it an artist’s sense of privacy.
Love is not kindly nor yet grim
But does to you as you to him.
When all goes well, the original material soon disappears, and a character who belongs to the book and nowhere else emerges.
Valery Kaufman photographed by Hedi Slimane for Saint Laurent Fall/Winter 2014-2015
For some reason, I think birthdays of insignificant numbers are the most fun.
Maybe because I feel like it’s easier to just have a relaxing, enjoyable day without it becoming all about some special number like 16, 21, etc.
Or maybe that’s just me over-thinking things like I tend to do.