Hindsight, all too often, is a needlessly cruel lens through which to view the world. Events become predictable, every moment a foreshadowing of our heartbreaks and disappointments, only increasing the depths of our regret for their sheer inevitability. When Lookbook broke up suddenly late last summer, it was a bitter blow for anyone who'd been touched by their lush synth pop, made all the worse by the fact that, in hindsight, it always felt too good to last. The forces that held together Maggie Morrison and Grant Cutler's music were powerful, like those of Mother Nature or of fate; their music was left to hang, thrillingly, on a knife's edge, and we gleefully allowed ourselves to be exposed to the potential fallout of such a whirlwind. That the duo—on the verge of national recognition, with their best work still ahead, though forever tantalizingly out of reach—parted ways quietly, leaving the circumstances behind closed doors, was a testament to their character and to the band's music, but it didn't make the news any easier to take.