Friends, a radiant First of Summer to you all! In the old Slavic calendar today is Ivan Dolgiy—the moment when our great-grandmothers stepped into the fields in spotless sarafans, hair flowing free, so the shy flax would reach for their beauty and shoot up to the sky. If you’ve been looking for a reason to loosen your braids (or, dare we say, your moustache)—this is the sign!
While the goddess Mokosh keeps watch over every silvery skein of flax, let our music be your summer soundtrack—queue it up whenever the sun climbs high and welcome the season the way our ancestors did: with melody, mischief, and an open heart. Happy holiday! Photo by Alex Corvus
Theodor Bastard
Friends, a radiant First of Summer to you all! In the old Slavic calendar today is Ivan Dolgiy—the moment when our great-grandmothers stepped into the fields in spotless sarafans, hair flowing free, so the shy flax would reach for their beauty and shoot up to the sky. If you’ve been looking for a reason to loosen your braids (or, dare we say, your moustache)—this is the sign!
While the goddess Mokosh keeps watch over every silvery skein of flax, let our music be your summer soundtrack—queue it up whenever the sun climbs high and welcome the season the way our ancestors did: with melody, mischief, and an open heart. Happy holiday!
Photo by Alex Corvus
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