I love this freedom of expression. Not limiting oneself to what is necessary or reasonable. Leaving room for fantasy, even in the most ordinary elements of a home.

In the morning. Before the day begins, the air seems blue to me.

I had declared autumn open. So here I am, surrounded by wool, boots, crumpled linen and 27 degrees.

One September morning, the light had changed. A few orange leaves, the return of wool sweaters and boots.

Why The Faded Lineage has become this place where I can freely gather what I love, what I discover, and what I want to share.