Holiday magazine

Holiday magazine has had two lives. Firstly, that of a legend in the American press from the dawn of the 1940s until 1977. Followed by that which it leads today, ever since its resurrection in Paris in 2014. But, whatever its incarnation, its raison d’être, that, remains the same: to relate, through images and texts, with a total aesthetic rigour, a specific destination.
To relate, but also to dream it. From Himalayan mountains to the alleyways of Jerusalem, Holiday has always dispatched the best photographers and the most important writers, wherever in the world needs to be appreciated, captured, and re-enamoured. Between loftiness and lightness, the magazine fantasises its locations as much as it describes them, in order to grant meaning to the euphoria of travel. Holiday must offer a trance which is short-lived, but indispensable. Its texts do not conceal reality as it is, nor will be, instead they choose to relate it with an amused elegance which promotes and encourages immobile excursions. As for its images, they also tell of the obviousness and the necessity for departure. Such as, an expedition to the Mediterranean, which remains more than just a sea, but an area of the world, a shared history, an idea. A word- world which, in only a few letters, unites and stitches together, Greek landscapes, African coastlines, French harbours, and Italian towns. It is the promise of a sojourn that is both unique and plural. A tour outside of time, and an imagined voyage which one remembers before having taken it. But, the Mediterranean is also, and above all, a sum of pleasures. Those which Holiday has cherished since its early years. A synaesthesia of blue and white, saturated with perfumes, sunlight, absent or lightweight fabrics, and a thousand other serenities combined. A choir of ancient melodies and contemporary songs fused together. A particular idea of knowing how to live, knowing how to look, and knowing how to feel. A dream which has always been a reality.