I know I’m late on the discuss-the-new-Kinfolk train, but I think its still timely. Especially now as Richmond is experiencing some of the first truly frigid, breath-stealing weather of the season.
I had some issue with the not so faithful United States Postal Service, but ever since Volume 2 dropped on my front step, I have been clutching and skimming and curling up with my issue whenever I have a moment. This magazine is a visceral and emotional experience. In these cold days, it envelops you, quite consuming.
Many people give much to the aesthetic of the magazine; I do not. I add only words, the bookends to their beautiful displays. But I will say this about being a part of this publication: it has been an honor. It’s a gift to feel integrity in my work, because we share the same foundation in our community life: simple, uncomplicated, less contrived.
To write from a place without pretense or falsehood, or flowery displays of linguistic elitism, is a gift. To know that this magazine desires to draw back the curtains of striving and inadequacy in hospitality, this is something I can write about only because I already stand behind it.
Because if our lives and our homes reflect things that are only our preferred versions of ourselves and homes, we cannot expect to have authentic relationships. We cannot expect to connect with each other if we cannot be simple, uncomplicated, less contrived.
Go now and get yourself a copy. You will not be dismayed.
