wow… it’s literally crazy how if you wanna do something, then all you need to do it, is to like, do it. not to get political, but if 2016 was the year of realising stuff, then 2023 is the year of actually doing things.
welcome to The Official Volume #1 of my official newsletter. hell yeah. each volume/episode/segment/chapter is gonna be comprised of two bits: the internet bit, i.e. links to epic things that i have found On The Line and the irl bit, which is hot reccos for Real Life Living™.
brent mckeever for dazed
this is the internet bit
ice spice: the people’s princess, dazed
i mean, the title says it all. ms spice has shed her annie-esque curls and is now rocking a lid akin to 2010 rihanna’s loud era, lounging regally in a garish house. this article almost feels like her coronation- being anointed into the fold with all the megs and the dojas and the nickis of the rap world.
the other day my friend posted this incredible jazzy lounge (?) munch remix (describing music is so hard i don’t know how people do it well) and now i’m obsessed with it. i imagine this is what princess diana would actually listen to.
also, not to be reductive but my key take away of this whole interview is that she was born on the first of january, 2000. i’m not an angel numbers girlie, but you can’t tell me that’s not fortuitous.
dua lipa: at your service, dua lipa
dua lipa is literally such a rockstar (in the terms of the fact that she’s literally a rockstar) and literally such a genius (maybe not literally but she’s very smart). she is also just such a good interviewer. i love her podcast because a) british accents are nice to listen to and b) she interviews a range of interesting people with such humility and grace. when my friend told me she did an episode with greta gerwig i literally sh*t my p*nts (maybe not literally).
destruction of the grotto, the face
i think you know something is good when you can’t shut up about it. i’ve gotten this photo series out at the pub over a negroni, whilst lying on a friends couch, whilst sitting at my desk. there’s something so visceral about the movement in the images, the texture. the fact that it’s a shoot of a dog ripping into some designer handbags is soooo triangle of sadnesscore. j’adore.
thibaut grevet for the face
this is the irl bit
at certain points we touch, lauren john joseph
this book, a birthday gift from my bff, is one of the most beautiful pieces of scripture i’ve ever read. it uses words like vainglorious and repose and antediluvian and a series of other gorgeous locutions that i’ve had to google, then promptly forgotten because i’ve used that tab to investigate other things such as “hailey bieber mean girl eyebrow” and “tár movie ending explained please”. still a little confused on the cursory search, but have a lot to say on the latter. whenever i talk about the book i like to say that it has the most beautiful passage about arse eating i have ever read, mostly because it shocks, but also because it’s true. anyway, book is good.
perusing asian supermarkets
one of my favourite things to do is to walk around an asian supermarket. there’s just so much to look at. the aisles of my local is categorised into B4 Nuts/Plums, B5 Jelly, C5 Fish Balls/Sauce & E3 Kimchi/Drinks, which, actually, i’m pretty sure are the only food groups.
my favourite part is the luncheon meats/spam shelf. i’m obsessed because it exists in this really bizarre intersection of the concept itself being revolting- being so removed from the actual animal/ semblance of real meat itself, yet all the packaging is so fun. every time i go in i wonder what it would be like to be a luncheon meat package designer and i think to myself, hmm… maybe one day…
shouting into the ether
the other day on my way to work i walked past a woman standing by herself in the middle of eddy avenue. she opened her arms in salvation and looked up to the sky (well, the roof of the station (never let the truth get in the way of a good story)), and yelled “I WANNA HAVE SEX!!!! WHAT’S KEEPING ME IN?!” seemingly calmed by her expulsion, she rolled herself a ciggie and walked off.
incredible. not only did it look hell cathartic, but there’s just something so boss about saying exactly what you mean. i haven’t seen her since, but i look out for her everyday. miss you queen.
anyway, that’s all for now. toodle-pip!