maybe it was the longing for more carefree days? or perhaps it was all those silent nights?
maybe it is the lingering mention that we are now closer to 2050 than we are to the year that ‘vogue’ was released? or perhaps it is midlife on that all-too-cozy horizon?
however it evolved, our latest offering is imbued with a recently acquired fixation on time. as a relative concept, both dear and fickle, time captivates us with its slow fade and burnishes our faces with lines, lived; yet, in the same breath, it is too restless to be grasped upon and fully understood