letter from the editors
what is a nest, if not a made home? that is to say that in life, it is possible to forsake or refuse circumstance in order to forge a place to feel truly comfortable in yourself. take pride in its shabby craftsmanship and love it like a newborn, because it is your own. a nest is nothing more than a bundle of debris, risen back up into the hearth of the sky by will alone. the work of helen and myself is informed by our adoration of the city we live in; every split stone, every rough edge and the vital role they play in making up this modest dazzling tapestry. a bundling toil of industry that keeps rising on top of itself again and again, where life just keeps on beginning.