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™.
build up to the solar eclipse by seana gavin
this is the online bit
★ who is brandy melville, interview magazine ★
because i was on tumblr from the years of 2011-2015 or so, the three pillars of my personality became that image of liv tyler in empire records, those blonde hipboned alexis ren types and that horrific brandy melville singlet that had really wide arm holes and showed the cycle of the moon.
there is a doco coming out about brandy melville called brandy hellville & the cult of fast fashion which has got to be the funniest 60 minutes-esque scare-core name they could have chosen for like, quite a serious topic. the stuff that went down is crazy. i can’t wait to watch it.
The grift continues amongst twee California surf-inspired decor, where in-store employees are prompted to photograph ostensibly good-looking customers when a red light flares next to the cash register. Throughout Orner’s documentary, this culture of bodily curation and surveillance becomes increasingly disturbing; it’s revealed that employees of color are relegated to stock rooms and anyone deemed too edgy, ugly, or fat is fired instantaneously. These accounts are corroborated by ex-company execs and store owners, some anonymous, who are currently pursuing litigation against Marsan for instances of racial profiling that have previously resulted in store-shutterings and lost earnings. Others are simply absolving their guilt for participating in a cult of myopic marketing schemes facilitated by an executive-level group chat that once included anti-Semitic Hitler memes and the daily body shaming and slandering of teenage girls, the very girls who made their businesses so profitable in the first place.
★ boy.room ★
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why does nothing change? why are they all like this? why is it all way too much stuff or way too little stuff? why is all the stuff so busted???
thank you for the host, rachel, for braving the depths of hell bushwick to bring us such important journalism. unfortunately these rooms do not exist in the vacuum of new york.
one time i was in a boy’s room so horrific that it looked like the after shock of a major world disaster. if a major world disaster happened on top of a major world disaster. to climb up to it, the staircase, as steep as a ladder, was bejewelled with a rotting mandarin. in the room, he cracked open two warm beers he found within the rubble, lit up a malborough red, and proceeded to showed me a photo of a rat chewing on his copy of mao’s little red book. see! it was just there! he said, pointing at what was a pile of rubbish with (i assume) a desk underneath. i wish i was joking.
★ the celebrities have returned to chateau marmont, nylon ★
if i was a celebrity i’d totally love to recover from a breakdown at the chateau. maybe that can be on my 2025 bucket list.
I went to have dinner at the restaurant again, where I took it a little easier, in an attempt to recuperate. (Two martinis and that’s it, I told myself.) Justin Theroux was chatting with Julianne Moore; Natasha Lyonne was wearing slinky Givenchy; Ayo Edebiri was hanging out with the Zone of Interest crew. I saw Patrick Carney of the Black Keys and his wife, the singer Michelle Branch, who had reportedly had some marital troubles in recent years, heading toward the smoking section. (I was happy to see they seemed to be doing better.) Stepping out to the hotel’s entrance for a moment, I was approached by a platinum blonde guest in her early twenties. “I just picked some fruit from the lemon tree by the pool,” she said. “Do you want one?” I thanked her, and she handed me what was clearly an orange. As I tucked it into my purse, it struck me that even though I didn’t really want to, it was probably time to get back to the real world.
kate moss at the marmont by mert alas
this is the irl bit
☆ green dot, madeleine gray ☆
a shock: i am once again recommending a book about a bizarre age gap relationship. i have had this one on my ~radar~ for a while and picked it up only to put it down again two days later.
i love a book that confirms i have never had an original experience. not talking age gap relo, but rather talking about getting drunk with your bffs on a terrace balcony. developing a grotesque crush on someone and feeling so sick in the hopes that they text. going feral at a mexican bar after work.
exceptional! exceptional! exceptional!
☆ putting anything in a bowl with rice and calling it a poke bowl ☆
i am so sorry to the nation of hawaii. i am even sorrier because i have just realised that hawaii is not a nation, but rather a state. i know this is not what your biggest export was supposed to amount to.
i don’t know what actually defines a poke bowl aside from a min £10 price tag, but i heard ignorance is bliss and bliss is something that i hold near and dear to my heart.
so this is the recommendation: turn a reasonably average meal of rice and vegetables into a poke bowl, simply by calling it such. see, marketing works!
☆ buying a coffee out everyday because supporting local is more important than supporting your bank account even though the prices are crazy i’m just literally so selfless mary magdalene wishes she could do it like me ☆
slurrrrp!
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