lynn:
25, Aquarius, self-appointed pop cultural connoisseur, housewives historian, stylist and podcaster. Andre Leon Talley famously noted the famine of beauty that plagues the lay man, I’m here to stop that famine.
lynn, fabulous as ever
this is the online bit
I silently protest apartheid Clyde’s radical rename of my beloved twitter platform. I’ve famously been a twitter timeline terrorist (TTT) since 2012, rapidly tweeting “I love u” at Lana Del Rey’s former @misdaytona account. The platform acts as a pop cultural mecca, uniting all mentally unwell teenagers to obsessively stan over every microcelebrity and celebrity alike. It’s my own private Idaho, an online diary were every unhinged thought can be aired out to my tens of followers. It has also been an amazing source of friendship, I met half of Melbourne via that app, It holds fabulous memories.
For every fashion social science political major, I love Alexander Hildreth’s substack -
. It acts as a direct source to every critical fashion think piece. Her words are short, sharp and concise. Like Cathy Horyn (Fashion Critic at large) she uses political and fictional allegories to interweave her audience’s wayward minds with the minds of the various creative directors. In her most recent Demna Gvasalia criticism, she compared him to Dr Frankenstein, the scientist behind the monster. She metaphorically described Demna’s creative ego as the monster in the Mary Shelley classic. ‘His ego has taken on a life of itself and now he fears what he’s created’. No one is doing it like Hildreth, she’s a treasure to every fashion lover/intellect.It would be remiss if I didn’t plug my own podcast which I haven’t uploaded to since October. I’ve been too busy getting my passport stamped.
this is the irl bit
A 9pm Coffee At Café Freda’s
I’ve been obsessed with getting a 9pm coffee at Café Freda’s (Sydney’s La Perle aptly coined by Vanity Project, another fabulous podcast). Let me paint the picture, you’ve left a long boozy bruncheon, the girls want you to keep going but you’re exhausted. You vehemently detest *Redbull or V* so where do you go? Café Freda’s, iced long black and now your night begins. It also feels incredibly European.
Wylie’s Baths
It’s Sydney Summer but you don’t want to lie on sand or share your space with vagabonds. Go to Wylie’s baths, pay the $6 entrance fee ($3 if you’re a member?) It’s fabulous!
The airport
As much as I love Sydney, it’s always fabulous to leave minimum 4 times a year.
bisous bisous 💋💋💋