Lately, I keep finding myself daydreaming about Carven. What strikes me most about the label is how it seamlessly blends vintage shapes with modern textures and details. It seems that, when it comes to pretty much anything these days, there is a constant pull towards nostalgia, a constant desire to ressurect the past. And I presume, from the standpoint of a writer, the ultimate goal is to find a way to reconcile that with the present and the looming future.
xoxo
P.S Here's a Neruda poem to get you daydreaming:
Always
I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!
