Going Stag.

I had breakfast with Buffalo Girl’s Terry Cronin the other day, and she told me stories about how she and her father would walk around the open spaces in New Zealand, and how they’d find many a stag who had died on the land – it’s long and winding horns now pressed sadly against the ground.
It’s incredible, and strange, how the horns of these noble creatures, have become part of the fashion/interior vernacular.
 How we long to be one with the land, still, after so many centuries… how we long to be surrounded by things of nature.  The horns of an animal, a celebratory (or melancholy) reminder of a grand life…
via: Lovely Bohemia, The Yard, our own Spell photos from shoots/instagram, Pinterest