CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A MOVEABLE FEAST—
MANIFESTO—
A Moveable Feast
‘If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.’
— Ernest Hemingway
Places change, places stay the same. This month we invite you to tap into the stalwart spirit. To immerse yourself in the spirit of the places that call your name.
Chapter Thirteen—A Moveable Feast—is an open letter to the cities. To Paris, New York, London, Milan, and beyond. It has been curated as an open letter to the creative hubs that foster entire communities of artists, writers, and visionaries.
Exploring the poetry of place and the concept of cities as the original stalwarts, JANE this month enjoys a series of notes from our wider creative community on the notions of heart that make a house a home. Neada Deters, the New York based Filipino-Australian founder of cult beauty brand LESSE shares her Note to Self. And we dip back into the archives with The Places that Still Whisper—creative director Annika Hein’s essay on the significance of sanctuary and honouring the environments that enable art to be born. A special piece that transports us through time and space to places like The Chelsea Hotel, Shakespeare and Company, Gertrude Stein's salons, and Andy Warhol's Factory.
We prompt you to question how some of these places have been built up over time, charged with an original spirit and layered with years upon years of artistic innovation. And encourage you to question where it is that you go to find inspiration? In real life or in your dreams. Through cinema, literature, or music. Wherever it is, this must be the place.
‘There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were heightened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry,’ Ernest Hemingway writes of Paris. ‘I learned to understand Cezanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted… Later I thought Cezanne was probably hungry in a different way.’
This chapter, find the heart’s home. And give yourself permission to rest there for a while.
Rosie Dalton
