The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.
—  Joan Didion, Blue Nights

LTCTTC has a new post.

‘Favourite time of the Day.’

I’m asking you what time you love the most. The morning when you can be motivated and productive or perhaps in the evening when you can relax, read a book or indulge in a hobby?

Also, check out my previous post about not attending London Fashion Week.