Ode to Autumn | Editorial



Inspired by binge watching three seasons of Penny Dreadful, I dug into my vintage closet and picked up a few more pieces for Rachel Toussaint to wear.  Hard to believe I haven't had the time to put this together since our photo shoot in August, but it's actually perfect timing for Halloween.  The dark, romantic moody feeling this imagery provokes is as deep as a poem from Longfellow.

A U T U M N

"With what a glory comes and goes the year!  
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers 
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out;
And when the silver habit of the clouds
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with
A sober gladness the old year takes up
His bright inheritance of golden fruits, 
A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, 
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, 
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,
And silver beach and maple yellow-leaved,
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down
By the wayside a-weary.  Through the treas
The golden robin moves.  The purple finch,
That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,
A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,
And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud 
From cottage roofs and warbling bluebird sings,
And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke,
Sounds from the threshing floor the busy flail.

O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.
He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death
Has lifted up for all, that he shall go
To his long resting-lace without a tear."

~Longfellow 




Special thanks to my friend Chip Heuer
Styling, Furniture + Photography | Corey Lynn Tucker Photography





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