#88: old school books about love, mannequin pussy & gatekeeping
sent from will's iphone with love
will:
Hi I’m Will. I’ve been begging Joss to let me do this again since the last time I grabbed the mic with my pal Felix when we were gallivanting around Argentina. That was FUN. sent from my iPhone with love, I wish I knew how to quit u. When I'm not yearning, I write for GQ and Vogue, and I run sometimes. When I'm not writing I'm at the VIP lounge. There’s not much else to me these days.
everyone say, welcome back will!
this is the online bit:
★ Mannequin Pussy’s latest album ★
I wish I was as unapologetic as Mannequin Pussy frontwoman Marisa Dabice. Instead I apologised to someone after I reached for the bathroom door handle at the same time as them. Mannequin Pussy’s newest album, “I Got Heaven” is a rallying cry in support of bad decisions, big nights, and the cathartic release of screaming reallyyyy fucking loud at someone you don’t like. Its reassuring at times, jarring at others, and sometimes you get that feeling of comfort akin to hugging your friends when you’re all fucked up, but there’s soo much more of the night to come. Vulnerable, sure, but brimming with reckless confidence. I fucking love this album. Go listen. Also the merch slaps.
Utter perfection. It will take a lot to top the execution of this shoot. Fashion’s newest It-girl, and the star of The Bear has been due the Vogue treatment for some time, and they truly nailed it. Capturing the unserious and affable side of Edebiri, while not making her look like a total child, is brilliant. She’s in all the cool brands, she’s eating oranges right off the street, and yet, it doesn't feel contrived. The story to go along with it is lovely too — who wouldn’t want to share a mimosa with Ayo? Remember kids, the best accessory you can bring to a shoot is your SMILE !
I’d like to preface this by saying this is NOT a review. But I have just seen this ultra-kitschy, tennis capital-C Camp, Jonathan Anderson-dressed spectacular. And yes, I saw it with ZENDAYA. She talked all through it and vaped during the important scenes. I made that up. But, I will say that this movie is a lot of fun. The soundtrack was hilarious. Rolling techno beats that come out of literally nowhere during the most unexpected scenes that immediately become hilarious? Is that an Ace? I didn’t learn any more about tennis from it unfortunately. Go watch Break Point if you want that.
this is the irl bit:
☆ Gatekeeping ☆
When did gatekeeping become so taboo? Blowing up the spot used to be a threat we took seriously. We used to be a proper country. Anyway. Bring back keeping your spots to yourself. There’s a restaurant I have been going to with some friends every six or so weeks, and it’s amazing. The food is delicious, the owner has taken a shine to our group, and there’s a birthday celebration every time we go, we cut the cake with a sword. You guys just have to check it out. Oh, where is it? bro don’t worry about it. There’s a wide world out there full of food, and you know, you wouldn’t have even cared where I was if I didn’t post it. Just focus on yourself. Do your own thing, you know?
☆ The great old city of Sydney ☆
Recommending Sydney? As an IRL rec? Groundbreaking. But can I get a little personal for a sec? What’s wrong with Sydney? Why is everyone leaving? I’m typing this out to Joss, thousands of kilometres away. I’ve got a dear friend who has just left for New York, I’ve got people packing up and moving to bloody Italy. That one is just plain insulting. Is there something wrong with ME? The breakdown of the Inner Sanctum is a tough pill to swallow, but I admit that I am happy when I see my chickens flying proud overseas. But god, does it all have to be at the one time? Can’t you all space it out a little bit? I’m recommending putting your foot down and committing to this FINE city on the cusp of its greatest ever comeback. That’s is, until someone gives me a fun job overseas lol.
☆ Old School books about love ☆
I’ve recently become a card-carrying member of Modern Masculinity (it's one of those stupid Up bank cards), and that means I’ve picked up a book recently, too. I did tell myself to read more this year, and that’s been going well so far, and I was given a book by my mom to read. It’s called Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, written in the ’90s — it was the book Hugh Grant reads at the end of Notting Hill when Julia Roberts is lying on his lap pretending she can’t smell the baked bean breath that floppy haired man is breathing down at her. But, it’s a very poetic and verbose piece about love during the War. It’s an old-school book about falling in love and all the wonder, beauty, and struggles that brings. Having become single somewhat recently, it’s certainly not the first book I’d have gravitated towards, thanks mum, but I found solace in the pages. It’s nourishing. There’s nothing radical about the content, but today where it seems everything is fucked in one way or another, embracing romance seems quixotic, but it might be just exactly what we need!
xoxoxo