PHOTOGRAPHER HAKARYO WITH AMARIS PHOTOGRAPHY
MODEL ZING RUBY
Japan: culture of both Miyazaki's mythic forests and trend-setting Tokyo. It’s a land of creative expression, and one very visible outlet for this expression is fashion.
Over the last few decades, Japanese street fashion...
Photography by Ulrike Klumpp
Deep in heart of southwest Germany’s Black Forest sits a picture-perfect little town named Baiersbronn. Surrounded by one of the most beautiful woodlands in all the world, a place of deep, dark wilds where spruce grow...
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As the snow thaws high in the Swiss Alps, tufts of wheat-colored grasses sprout in the Engadine Valley, thick and bristly as a horse’s mane. Tender wildflowers gently push...
Photography by Ren Nickson Photography
“The path was now plain before them, well-tended and bordered with stone. It wound up on to the top of a grassy knoll, now grey under the pale starry night; and there, still high above...
The hush of evening falls as the day’s warm breeze brushes against you in the dimming light.
And there you sit, looking out into the dusk with a “nightcap” in hand, leisurely enjoying the last moments of the day. Ah,...
Photography by Jo Chattman
Do you remember the first witchcraft book you ever owned? There is a strong likelihood it was Power of the Witch, by Laurie Cabot. That was mine, and I still own my copy in its spine-cracked...
The little A-frame cabin looks so snug and safe, with its fairy lighting and ladder to the loft, snowshoes leaning easefully against the small, single bed and toboggans stacked along the far wall. You want to enter the image,...
Photography by Angi Sullins and Silas Toball
I admit it. I’m a wonder junkie. An inspiration addict. My fairy-tale fanaticism led me to create immersive Muse Juice Tours around the world so seekers can discover their own personal once-upon-a-time enchantment...
Article taken from Issue #29 || Winter 2014
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It’s the silence that surprises here. The sensation, as I wander the dim, chilled corridors, of supreme isolation. There are other guests staying in this winter palace carved entirely, as if by indefatigable...
“Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields...