p.h.fitzgerald‘s work for kinfolk magazine contains an essence of conventional aspirations that i always thought martha stewart had exclusive rights to. it may leave me with the visual equivalent of sticky fingers but besides the pretty-everyday-effortless-look, fitzgerald’s work also contain a atmospheric back stage element that however predictable, points to a layered execution which enhances the content greatly. what the work may lack in depth and edginess it makes up for in d.i.y. dreaminess where sometimes the sugarcoated superficiality can become a retreat from the restless reality to give one a reason to savor the simple things. after all, sensationalism comes in many flavors and i prefer to view it as another wholesome guide to positive thinking.