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™.
andré 3000 for the face like a million years ago in the 90s
this is the online bit:
★ married at first sight australia ★
i am really in my reality television era. i mean, i have been for a while, but it is nice to know that this is what you want, this is who you are, that it is okay to succumb to your baser instincts. married at first sight is amazing because it is high drama every episode and because there is about a trillion episodes. i’m talking quantity AND quality baby!
lily and i are so obsessed with it that we caught up to date with the most recent season and then the prospect of not watching it on sunday night was so haunting that we braved reddit to find the best season, so now are alternating between two different seasons. desperate times, desperate measures.
★ at miu miu, in paris, the paris review ★
i was waiting for the bathroom at an art opening reading this article in the paris review when a hot man asked me if i was in line. initially i thought maybe he was trying to chat me up, because of my #taste and #intellect. turns out he probably just needed to shit. and so it goes… article slaps but.
Everyone smoked cigs on the roof and the music was sugary and four-on-the-floor and the tooth-gemmed artist told me that what she liked about me was that I didn’t shave my underarms and that I was wearing a sleeveless dress in the winter in Paris. She told me about the book Moby-Dick and how the whale had a little lower layer, a sensitive part, and that most people had that too and the ones that didn’t you couldn’t really trust. Gigi Hadid posed for photos. 50 percent of the people in the room were dressed in Miu Miu and 50 percent were wearing their own stuff. An Italian lady dressed in all red lounged decadently against the side of the bar, sipping her champagne, like some kind of midcentury cabaret star. I heard someone say Simz! And I turned around and it was the rapper Little Simz. This felt like the most high-stakes partying I had ever done in my whole life. It was one of those situations where I could feel my own blood move inside of my body. It was one of those situations where I felt like a small speck of space dust, gliding through the universe. I checked on several occasions to make sure my boob hadn’t fallen out of my dress. It had not. I talked to Lorde. I can’t tell you what she said because I promised her I wouldn’t quote her in the article but I can say that I asked her if she’d ever read Infinite Jest. It got late, after 1 A.M., and I suddenly became very tired. I had been behaving intensely. I had been intellectualizing my surroundings for hours.
★ monastery of love, yullola ★
i had been getting sick of my rotation, a series of selects from tate mcrae and pinkpanthress, and was getting annoyed every time i listened to music, then remembered the whole point of discover weekly was to remedy you of exactly this. low and behold, it did the job.
this album is amazing. it spans so many vibes- pj harvey, coco & clair clair-esque raps, hymns, something holier, something sexier, and yet i feel like i haven’t heard anything like it before.
this is the irl bit:
☆ send nudes, saba sams☆
i had been trying to not buy new books but the transhistoric lesbian biography i was reading was not sticking in my brain. i kept on re-reading the same paragraph on a loop before opening tiktok, feeling guilty, then repeating the process. so, after a book talk at a communist bookshop, i was inspired to redistribute my personal wealth and picked up this collection of short stories.
usually i hate short stories, but on the tube home i read the first paragraph and then i was blinking and then they were big wet heavy blinks and then i guess i realised i was actually crying. not a lot, but enough that my face had a few silvery tracks down it.
see, it's not sad but i think it was something about the plainness or the innocence of the writing that poked something in me. the stories all have this kind of mystical air about them, like they could teeter off the edge into magical realism at any given point in time. they’re brilliant.
☆ sesame seeds ☆
i love their texture and to put them on everything because it makes me feel CLASSY and like i can COOK! i think the reality is that it just makes me look like i have STUFF IN MY TEETH, but that’s okay.
☆ dressing like an off duty actor ☆
the cool thing about london is that celeb sightings are so common that it is almost passé to talk about. like, the other day i was at the pub and ben texted me saying he was on the same overground as alexa chung, and when i squealed the text to my friends they were like yeah so? i see her all the time she’s always at this pub. the next week, the same pub, i saw daisy edgar jones and someone i’m always with is telling me that so and so designer is sat there in the corner and to be careful when you look and it’s just another man in his late 30s wearing cashmere with a £250 haircut. the only famous person being spotted in sydney seems to be that hot but weathered guy from the mentalist eating another stack of overpriced pancakes at bills.
all this proximity to fame has made me really appreciate off duty actor style which is essentially dressing like a slob with an iced coffee in hand. do not get this confused with off duty model. the latter is more like, a pair of expensively distressed jeans and a singlet riding up in a way to show off your wash board abs. the former is all baggy hoodie, with headphones over the top and sunglasses on. i guess what i’m really trying to say is i’m trying to rebrand my coffee stained hoodie as glamorous.
bisoussss