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Elegant Encounters: Vogue Italia’s January 2021 Animal Issue through the lens of Carlijn Jacobs

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In many ways, writing is the act of saying I, of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying listen to me, see it my way, change your mind. It’s an aggressive, even a hostile act. You can disguise its aggressiveness all you want with veils of subordinate clauses and qualifiers and tentative subjunctives, with ellipses and evasions—with the whole manner of intimating rather than claiming, of alluding rather than stating—but there’s no getting around the fact that setting words on paper is the tactic of a secret bully, an invasion, an imposition of the writer’s sensibility on the reader’s most private space.

Joan Didion, Why I Write

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Mary Oliver, from “The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac”, Blue Horses

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Harper’s Bazaar September 1965. Jean Shrimpton in a dress by Irene Galitzine, photographed by Richard Avedon.

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Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.

ig credit: odwyer_sio9.

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Chloë Sevigny always serves cunt.

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May be Fomitopsidaceae, a polypore bracket fungus. Most of these species are parasitic, growing on woody plants, and tend to cause brown rot.