We are all about flea markets, naturally weathered and aged wood, the intimacy of dried peonies gifted long ago and preserved in remembrance, tender raw beauty lying hidden in awkward ugliness that goes unnoticed by the untrained eye. Grey days, empty coastlines or the intriguing elegance of abandoned buildings with no need for provenance. Simply put - taking time to appreciate the muted beauty in the cracks and crevices, the minor and the hidden that surrounds us all.

Although we have never visited, we are nevertheless in complete reverence of the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi that underlies our mindful approach to everyday life. A mindset as much as an aesthetic set of values - in essence, the subtle art of being at peace with yourself and your surroundings.

In musical terms, listen to any Sparklehorse album - unfiltered poetry floating effortlessly between graceful beauty and sinister distortion, tapping into the dark well of energy, rolling and fading like the storm seen from afar. Earthy decaying roughness. Or Vincent Gallo's album “When” - an unprecedented Absintheminded favourite - a melancholic and sparse soundscape that will fill up the hidden corners of your room on a cold autumnal evening.