Excuse me, I am looking for an issue of Kinfolk magazine, – I asked a guy in my favorite bookshop.
A Kinfolk magazine? We don’t have a magazine! But we have a book, – he added after some hesitation.
The website said you had a magazine. – I barely ever speak to strangers, let alone confront them, but finding Kinfolk in the labyrinth of post-Christmas city by -20 degrees was a difficult quest and I was not giving up.
Kinfolk is not a magazine, it’s a book – it’s in the book section, – the shop guy was unrelenting.
In the cookbook section, to be exact, on the shelf between the Art of Wine Tasting and the Sprouted Kitchen Cookbook by the famous blog-author huddled together several volumes of Kinfolk.
See, I said to the guy, anticipating my own triumph, it’s a magazine – it says Issue Ten.
No, he retorted, it’s Volume Ten.
I must confess – this was the first time I ever held Kinfolk in my hands. It cost four times more than any other magazine and still I bought it. Because, sigh, Kinfolk is not a magazine.
I think magazines exist so that people like me can never feel good about themselves. There is always someone better than us out there, someone smarter, prettier, younger and better dressed. Someone with perfect hair, who spends way more time in the gym and is invited to cooler parties. And there is fashion! By the time I finish the latest issue the wind would have changed and even if I find a perfect canary knee-length skirt, chances are I will look in it like a “sac à patates” (you can google this useful french expression). Magazines are, to be perfectly honest, about running after and catching up and filling our lives with a million things that don’t really matter.
Now, Kinfolk is different. It is very un-bright, totally un-glossy, rather un-photoshoped, void of anti-aging serum ads and instantly recognisable faces. No trends, but traditions, no fashion, but keepsakes, no news, no gossip, no diets, no must-haves. If you’re an ordinary person, like me, Kinfolk will do to your soul what Yoga does to your body. It will make you slow down, breath out, breath in again and feel hundred times better. Kinfolk is about celebrating who we are in our beautiful ordinariness.
This winter I am living my ordinary life to perfection. I am looking for stories to share, memories to keep and things that matter. If like me you have fallen for Kinfolk’s beautiful, natural art of storytelling, you will love these magazines:
Life & Thyme
Life & Thyme is the tastiest, most inspiring reading I have had for months. All their stories are about food. They are about people, who grow it and people who cook it, about family traditions and innovation, about the way food transforms our lives and our communities. And these stories are told through clever interviews, personal narratives and beautiful photography.
This story about Almond Milk LA is my favourite.
We know intellectually that when you push hard for things, you’re not using the right energy to generate what you desire. When you let things happen naturally, they come into your life. There was still exhaustion and anxiety, but there wasn’t an initial fear that held us back. Instead, we allowed space for magic to happen.
(c) Life & Thyme, article by Nicole Gulotta
The art of being a woman
Although I am not at all into women’s magazines and Darling is allegedly a different type of women’s magazine, I do enjoy reading it and following its Instagram account. Sometimes it annoys me with its slightly mentoring tone and numerous “how to”s, but its short articles can be so very surprising and poignant and beautifully honest.
In day-to-day life, taking up space begins with believing your thoughts, opinions, and desires are valid. They are just as valid as those of the person you bumped into on the bus or the person trying to grab the same vegetable at the market. They are just as valid as those of your co-worker, your friend, your neighbor, and, yes, even your boss.
(c) Darling Magazine, article by Kim Fortson, image via Mackenzie Rouse
In Pursuit of Food and Travel
Cereal is an eye-candy. It mostly tells of places I will never go and foods I will never try, but its stunning imagery and laconic storytelling style stir something in my soul. They wake some kind of longing. I am a very down to earth person, who prefers looking for sparks of magic in everyday mundanity, yet Cereal makes me think that there are greater landscapes, interiors, people, experiences. Pure poetry.
In this fleeting early morning period, the shoreline is transformed. What is for the most part of the day a dark body of frothy water suddenly turns into a landscape made up of sandy fields mottled by sea worms, swathes of seaweed, and great slabs of ancient rock that gleam in the morning light like the humps of the area’s indigenous Minke Whales.
(c) Cereal magazine article, text and photo by Robbie Lawrence
And finally, here is a beautiful Instagram gallery I’ve been really enjoying this month. Mornings Like These is a community founded and curated by Joy Elizabeth Jaynes and dedicated to the celebration of joyful, romantic, epic, sweet, wanderous and mindful mornings.
Now I am curious, what do you think of Kinfolk?