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™.
u already know what it isss
this is the online bit:
firstly: charli xcx’s promo for her new album has been so good. i’m obsessed with the whole party girl era. it’s authentic i-don’t-give-a-fuck. it’s perfect. i can’t wait for some amazing club bangers. secondly: i would die to write this article.
I made my way to already-shaking risers. There behind the DJ booth was a cornucopia of New York’s most notorious club kids, It-girls, mean girls, dolls and gays. In the booth, by iPhone flashlight, someone cracked a handle of vodka and passed it around. A couple made out voraciously in the back. Then it was time! Charli strode past her friends to shrieks, wearing a large blue shirt that said “CULT CLASSIC.” White patterned tights under black panties. Curly hair slicked into a ponytail. Sunglasses. Green Post-it things strapped to her head to snatch her face. The look gave interrupted-in-the-middle-of-getting-ready couture. It was half-made glam. It was teenager-dancing-in-their-room chic. A vision of pop stardom.
for my first couple of months in london i forgot who i was. i spent too much time in sticky pubs and not enough time on sweaty dance floors. i found a lot of the clubs here too big and missed the 200 pax-secret-inner-west-locations. but, a club rat is an adaptable creature. she perseveres.
i found this cute film on fold, my favourite club here. it’s about the history of it, the behind the scenes, the feeling you get being there. it feels kinda like a uni project but in a charming way. cute as hell.
heaven knows, pinkpanthress
have always loved pinkpanthress, but living with kavi has meant a real pop-ducation. that’s pop education for the uneducated. if i’m not listening to exes by tate mcrae, i’m listening to nice to meet you (feat. central cee). feels like a true classic already, like promiscuous. whole album slaps. her interview with louis theroux is very endearing too.
this is the irl bit:
lurpak
i’d been putting off buying butter for a while and then the time came where i really needed to do it. i was standing in the offie and all the butter brands had things spread over their fluorescent yellow packaging like, “i can’t believe it’s not butter!” and “tastes just like real butter!” this did not comfort, but rather repelled me and i stood there in hospital light of the fridge section, surrounded by the luminous milennial pink of processed meats thinking “well if it’s not butter than what the hell is it!?!?!?”
i don’t know why it freaked me out so much because i’m certainly no saint when it comes to my consumption, and it turns out it’s just vegetable oil and a few other binding ingredients. anyway, i saw the lurpak sitting amongst the rubble of fake butter, price tag-less, thought what i don’t know is none of my business, and purchased it.
lurpak reminds me of mia because she consumes it in such vast quantities that people presume she’s eating some sort of spreadable cream cheese but she’s just got a chronic amount of butter on her bread. there’s that trope in movies where people are in like LDRs or something and they’re all like “no matter how far away we are, we’re still looking at the same moon” but i know mia and i are opening the fridge to be greeted by the same butter and that feels pretty special too.
good flannelette pyjamas
i got mine from cos on sale and they changed my life. i have never been so cosy in my life. it has truly changed the game for me.
catching the bus
when people are against pt i’m like BABE you’re missing out on so much life! on such a spectrum of humanity! my current bus route has never been dull. like truly.
my favourite bus character is a pirate. he looks like an aldi version of johnny depp’s jack sparrow, complete with eyeliner, dreads and a dapper little tricorn. the bus; his black pearl. i see him once a week, never out of character. another memorable character: a medical jar of piss rolling around the floor.
the other day i saw a girl walk on with brunette bangs, a leopard print fur coat, over the ear headphones, jeans and buckled ballet flats and wondered why she looked familiar. i realised not only did we have the same haircut but we were sporting identical fits. unfortunately this means i will no longer be taking the w15, and it’s not just because i’m moving. there can only be one alexa chung wannabe on the bus. and that bitch is me.
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