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Emphasis mine.

I wish I were friends with these guys. I want to start collecting their pieces, then have a cocktail while orbiting a distant moon.

Photo © Jamie Hopper

I was bowled over by Rhiannon‘s latest installment of These Faded Things, a column for the Oxford American about the intersection of fashion and fiction in the South. This editorial is inspired by A Long And Happy Life, which I read only a few weeks ago. Maybe it’s because I already had Rosacoke on my mind, but every bit of the styling and photography hit a perfectly sweet spot: the dusty roads, the shady swimming hole, the waiting around on sun-bleached cushions on the porch, wearing seersucker and patchwork calico, and waiting for the sun to go down.

I’m currently living through one, and this makes me me long to spend a summer in the South.

Photo © Jamie Hopper

Speaking of wishful thinking:

I’d never heard of Preservation North Carolina until one of my friends tweeted about it, but it’s now one of my favorite places daydream, too. The sheer democracy of clicking a link and scrolling through all the options is intoxicating, and I have thoughts like:

I could buy the house pictured for the price of a not-too-nice car! I could buy a house I’ve often admired in downtown Hillsborough, or a grande dame of Winston-Salem! A 50-acre farm! Or a fancy plantation! A house with a turret! A mill!