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™.
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this is the online bit
★ pleasure seeking: on my ex’s exes, document journal ★
the kinship you experience between yourself and an ex’s ex is one of the most sacred and absorbing things in the world. i have become friends with a series of these women, bonding over shared secrets and horror, posthumously ripping our relationships apart together, sinking our teeth in, analysing, offering support, relating, debasing, confessing, salving.
i adore a bare all confessional like this because it’s amazing how we all have the exact same lived experience but only some people are brave enough to actually divulge all. if you have ever stalked your ex’s ex then you simply muuuust read this piece. unfortunately because i’ve never in my life done that i can’t relate. i just think you might get something out of it. ha.
When I was a non-practicing bisexual, I once hooked up with a guy who had previously dated an it-girl I admire, hoping he was good in bed because she seemed like the kind of person who wouldn’t settle for less. I was validated that the man she had desired also desired me, but when it came time to shed our clothes, there was an intangible sense of depth missing from the arrangement: I couldn’t feel her influence in his touch, the way he talked and thought. Instead, his desires felt blunt, obvious. I ended up kicking him out of my apartment halfway through. Maybe I should just fuck her, I thought, and cut out the middle man.
★ how did everything get so mid?, dazed ★
this piece is so interesting. it makes sense that for art or music or culture or whatever to have mass appeal they have to exist in a comfortable realm of accessible good. as the article says, “not cool or basic, but a third more sinister thing.” - mid-ness.
something that i was thinking about when i was reading this piece, is that true coolness is an elusive, paradoxical thing. impossible to capture when you’re trying for it. appears only when it’s not asked for. the internet gives people the access to mimic the aesthetics of subcultures/movements, the outskirts of the mainstream responsible for coolness, without needing to spend time incorporating themselves in those lifestyles. optics are enough . ideologies are secondary. and that’s how we end up with mid-ness.
We also need to accept that mid is an illusion of cool, sold to you on a search engine-optimised plate. Pre-packaged into commercial, UI-friendly bytes, it drip feeds social cachet by way of Instagram’s Explore Feed, whether that’s a Rat Girl tee or a pastel-coloured bubble mirror. It’s like a horseshoe with cool on one end, basic on the other, and everywhere in between in The Mid. There are of course nuances here: there’s upper mid (Marc Jacobs Heaven, avant-basic, A24) and lower mid (hipster aesthetics, Veja trainers). But there’s also an interplay here: what’s cool (aka that which scares the normies) will always become mid – even the most bizarre, unfriendly Backrooms content will eventually get the A24 treatment.
★ how cute became the defining aesthetic of the internet age, logged on★
more hyper intellectualising dumb shit!!! i love IT! this is a great podcast. makes me feel like a smarty pants. if you’ve ever loved a sonny angel or an animal crossing or a hello kitty tuck into this.
this is the irl bit
☆ having a perfect leopard print coat ☆
one thing you need to know is that leopard print is a neutral. the second thing you need to know is that you cannot feel any more cunt than you do whilst wearing a leopard print coat. unless of course, you’re wearing a leopard print coat with sunglasses. there is just something so cool about it- straddling the line of elegance and tackiness in the most effortless way.
it is the coat you wear eager eyed to the party, and the coat you wear tracksuited and hungover the next day. it is the coat that you wear as a duchess and the coat you wear as a delinquent. it is the coat that you wear when you’re 80, it is the coat you wear when you’re 18. do you see what i mean? that girl is vers!
trackies and leopard coat 4eva<3
☆ a free to air tele lobotomy ☆
until recently, i have not lived in a house with free to air tv in a long time. this is because it is ancient technology, akin to a gramophone or perhaps even a penny farthing. this is also because, for the most part, it is home to collection of fairly average shows put together for mass satiation as opposed to anything i am actually interested in (girls on repeat or whatever zeitgeisty show is being think pieced by the internet).
as someone who has suffered decision fatigue in the hands of streaming services (to watch the documentary about the murdered family or the hyper camp horny teen drama?!?) it was a sweet relief to settle into the soft arms of the sofa, put on the television and have my fate be decided for me.
a few hours later i stood up in a trance and walked away. my brain washed through, dewrinkled and ironed flat with top gear, catfish, extreme fishing and some anonymous quiz show. i felt clean. my brain did not whir with the analysis of a potential sub plot. i did not concern myself with the missing of a reference, like some slovenly philistine. i knew i had consumed as was intended- mouth slack, the hours passing only marked by ad breaks. a true lobotomy. i will be back for more.
☆ wearing a tiny skirt in winter ☆
a couple of years ago i was visiting my friend in cork. i’m sure i had a nice time, but my most distinct memory of the trip is of a girl getting out of her taxi, wearing a backless going out top in 4 degree weather. that’s when i understood that weather is a suggestion, not a restriction on one’s wardrobe.
wearing a tiny skirt in summer? practical, obvious, necessary, done before.
now, wearing a tiny skirt in winter? couture, subversive, brave, pop star behaviour, ground breaking. think about it.
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