vol(t)age

12/09/2026

09/09/2026

The seasons do not ask permission, and they do not complain. They change.

Perhaps we could borrow some of their intelligence: stop trying to hold on to what is leaving, stop bracing against what is coming, and meet what is already here.

Even the beast in us, the one preparing its next complaint, might simply need somewhere better to put its energy.

So let it wear tweed. Let it notice the burgundy, the herringbone, the particular pleasure of dressing for autumn. Let it channel a little Susie Glass energy: composed, strategic, and impeccably prepared for the weather.

Vitality is not preserving the perfect moment. It is remaining available to the next one.

The be(a)st wears vol(t)age.

Trust the process, baby.

30/08/2026

Late August has its own grief. The light goes amber, the evenings shorten, and something in us reaches out to hold the summer in place. Verweile doch, du bist so schön. Stay, you are so beautiful.
Faust stakes his soul on that sentence, and the moment he says it, he loses everything. The wish to freeze a good moment is not love of the moment. It is the fear that there will not be another.
There will be another.
Autumn does not take something from you. It asks something different of you. Silk drawn cool across the throat, warming to your body within seconds. Wool at the shoulder. Lush burgundy deepening into black where the light gives up. This is not consolation for the summer that ended. It is the season answered on its own terms.
Adornment is not a correction. The body is not waiting to be improved. Colour, lustre, a knot tied with intention: small repetitions that switch vitality on rather than defend against its loss.
Dress the season you are actually in.

28/08/2026

TRUST THE PROCESS, BABY.

Sometimes the obstacle is not today’s effort. It is the entire future we load onto it: every session still to come, every sacrifice, even the maintenance of a result that does not yet exist. One repetition begins to feel responsible for all of it.

But the present is not the opposite of the process. It is the unit from which the process is made.

At the gym, the muscle changes beneath the surface long before it shows. Attention changes the same way: through invisible repetitions, performed before there is proof.

Trust is what repetition feels like before it has proof.

The new TRUST THE PROCESS, BABY. smart- shirt accompanies LE COURANT N°10, now online in English and French.

Wear the reflection.

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28/07/2026

Should We Always Tell the Truth?
or, When does Telling become Outsourcing of your Thoughts?
We have almost turned transparency into a moral obligation. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It sounds unquestionably right, like eating vegetables, sleeping eight hours, drinking enough water.
Until you realise: relationships are not courtrooms. Not every true observation is evidence that needs to be presented.
Le Courant N°9, up now. Some things you say. Some things you simply, finally, understand.
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