A Tale as Old as Time

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As the classic Disney song reminds us, “Beauty and the Beast” possesses a rich history and a powerful legacy of enchantment. While most versions we see and hear today are retellings of the iconic 18th century French tale by Madame...
Photography by THE WITCHING HOUR PHOTOGRAPHY Model: Tatiana Pimentel Jewelry: Parrish Relics Set and styling: Jen Parrish-Hill Wardrobe: Lisa Gill An enchanted castle, bursting with roses and secrets. A princess, a youngest son, a clever girl living by her wits. A king, a queen, and...
The word Pre-Raphaelite almost always conjures up a certain kind of woman. She has a cascade of copper hair, a face filled with mournful longing, and a deep jewel-colored gown. She has found herself locked in a tower, married...
Surely the most lush and extravagant creative-writing workshop in history played out in June 1816 at Lord Byron’s summer rental on Lake Geneva. It was a “wet, ungenial summer,” according to the preface Mary Shelley wrote for the 1831...
Photography © Kent Miller / NPS Since time immemorial, humankind has looked to the stars, finding not only great beauty in Earth’s celestial ceiling but meaning and portent too. The ancient Greeks created an intricate mythology about the deities who ruled the...
The lure of the sea, the mystery of the deep waters, and the enchantment of the swirling tides have woven their threads into the story of my life. My childhood was spent on Florida’s Treasure Coast. The nickname proved to be...
Feature Image: Marcelle Lender Dancing the Bolero in “Chilpéric” (1895–96), by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec   Truth with a capital T is dead—let’s get that carcass out of the way first. No one book or person holds the answer to the meaning of...

Eowyn Ivey

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Article from Issue #27 Subscribe | Single Issue PHOTOGRAPHY BY VIONA IELEGEMS Ewyn Ivey’s award-winning 2012 debut novel The Snow Child tells the story of a husband and wife who move to Alaska as a new start and a welcome distraction...

Snow Angel

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Illustration by Marina Mika We know you only by your absence. The hole left behind, pressed through the drifts like something fallen from a great distance. Wings shorter than we would have expected, stumpy and round as a sliced orange peel and your body a footless...
Last summer when my father in law came from Ireland to visit, we took my daughters hiking in the Kaaterskill Wild Forest in upstate New York. My older daughter was five at the time, and her curls were as untamed...