anyway, welcome back (okay, presumptuous of me!!!) to sent from my iphone with love, your hot links to epic things that i have found On The Line and the irl bit, which is hot reccos for Real Life Living™.
her majesty
this is the online bit:
…and thus begins the paul mescal-ification of leo woodall. this is essentially an english normal people, in the sense that it follows the relationship of two people who clearly fancy the pants off each other but for some reason have a complete inability to articulate how they actually feel, and so hold each other close (whilst holding each other at arms length) for a painful amount of time. if you know what i mean.
it is totally endearing, if not totally frustrating, and a perfect sunday couch binge. and, if leo woodall, happened to ask me if i was like, idk, free for a drink or something, i think i’d be able to find the time. just for the record.
a teen’s fatal plunge into the london underworld, the new yorker
not to be literally so insufferable but nothing makes me happier that reading a 20,000 word long form essay whilst sipping on an oat milk caffinate beverly and looking out on to a rainy day (whilst on the cl*ck, of course). there are many things that make me happier, like not working per se, but when you’re a full time girl you gotta take the little wins.
this is brilliantly written, so juicy and full of intrigue about a well to do teen who gets sucked into london’s underbelly and his subsequent death. i imagine the netflix doco will be out within the year.
drop 7, little simz
SHE’S BACK! and it’s just so good. so much range. it’s an impressive thing to be able to span so many genres but still stay so true to your sound. my favourite track is far away. hit that mf repeat button!!
this is the irl bit:
glossier’s pony ultralip
two weeks ago lily and i went to the glossier shop and certifiably lost our minds. i’ve become so glossier pilled that i’d say that it’s the only landmark worth visiting in london. the store is a beautiful millennial pink wonderland, that makes it feel as though you’ve just stumbled into a very rich woman’s makeup room in her mayfair mansion. instead of picking up the product, you tick what you want on a “wish list”, curiously absent of a price list, so there’s a little rush finding out how much money you’re throwing away on cute branding and a buzzy shopping experience.
in the fortnight since pony waltzed into my life and swept me off my feet, i have managed to smear about a quarter of her across my face. lily says she’s used more. this is a testament to how often she is applied. the perfect shade- a sultry browny pink. unfortunately this means often i look at myself in the mirror and see that i have so enthusiastically applied the product that it looks like either i have been snogging a clown, or that i am in fact one. anyway, like i said: real sultry.
really good, actually, monica heisey
i am a judgmental, pretentious bitch when it comes to books and so that’s why i thought i wouldn’t like this one. but you know what? i did. it didn’t change my life, but it was warm and comforting and very fun to read. the end!
almond oil
if you remember me talking about glowupanuary (portmanteau for glow and up and january- really rolls off the tongue), you might be surprised to hear it mentioned again as it is in fact, according to some calendars, FEBRUARY.
but, in my world, the march towards betterness knows no bounds. and so, with sisyphean determination, i persevere. (sometimes) exfoliating my body in the shower. puffing through the odd 20 minute pilates video on a yoga matt in my bedroom. plucking the three errant bristles attempting to colonise a mole on my face.
a new favourite: sometimes when i’m working from home, i bella hadid my hair back into a little slick back twist, coated in enough almond oil to look like a major oil spill.
a few hours and a double shampoo later, it leaves the hair thick, bouncy and glossy. it leaves me feeling like i’m staring in some season of real housewives where all i do with my life is throw mixers for charities i have some tenuous link to and can therefore garner sympathy. or something like that.
ta ta!