Life when looked back upon divides itself into secular eras defined by whatever held subtle meaning at that time.

A book that shifted your perspective, a new coffee flavour, a changed wardrobe, songs on repeat, poetry that struck a nerve or healed a heart, frequented restaurants, lasting conversations, divulged secrets, and different haircuts.

Changing perfumes and visiting new countries; dropping a step from your make-up routine, and swapping tulips for roses.

All true creation happens in the very simple, very ordinary ‘now’ – a moment that, when viewed later with new eyes, becomes so ineffably extraordinary that we organise it into ‘eras’ and call the magic of its sensation ‘nostalgia’, when ‘now’ becomes ‘then’.