For those who still believe in the poetry of everyday life.
Friendship, love; those tender graces which set the heart dancing in frilly dresses, which recognise one another across a crowded room and sweep each other into the farandole amidst bursts of laughter… These are among the most delicious tenderness we are gifted upon the road of our evolution.
The Forget Me Not Chronicle was born in the strange and singular days of 2020, during that bewildering passage of time when the world held its breath and turned inward.
Between these pages, dear reader, are nestled treasures of delicacy. Words of today, penned by sublime souls; and words of yesteryear, drawn from old articles sleeping between the covers of magazines from centuries past, part of the editor's own private collection, gathered tenderly over the years, unearthed in flea markets, discovered in the quiet corners of the internet, and sometimes bestowed by the generous hands of kindred spirits.
The visual world of The Forget Me Not Chronicle is inspired by the ornate elegance of precious papers from before the Great War, decorated, embellished with prettiness and softness, as though each page were a love letter written in a careful hand. There are no rigid rules of organisation or style here; only improvisation, creativity, and the pure joy of sharing little happinesses.
Each issue is graced with many recurring sections: among them, a letter from the editor and her own diary, intimate pages drawn from a life lived poetically in a home nestled among the woods. Scenes of daily life, of seasons turning, of simple domestic beauties and the slow, nourishing rhythm of days spent close to nature and to oneself. The magical chronicle of this sublime woman - of this kindred spirit, luminous and inspiring - Madam Madeleine Lee, flows naturally through these pages as well. There too are the precious words of Jean-François Vezina, a delicate soul of flourishing imagination, as well as the voices of invited collaborators who join us from time to time, like welcome guests through the changing seasons. And nestled within each issue, like a serialised treasure in the finest Victorian tradition, a new chapter of Hazel and the New World, the novel penned by the editor herself, offered to readers chapters unfolding with the rhythm of time. Each issue also carries its precious paper doll, dressed in creations from Ewa I Walla, a small wearable dream, offered as a keepsake.
This magazine is, and shall always remain, a work in progress, evolving with time, ever hoping to be a source of inspiration and a small token of love to illuminate the days. As with all things in this universe, it aspires to be profoundly poetical, deeply beautiful, and above all, very much alive.