vol #13: alone, a crackling fire and tabasco
it doesn't feel like wednesday time is weird
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™
currently halfway thru this copy (and have been for a while)
this is the internet bit
i really didn’t want to go, harper’s
if the past year has taught us anything: it’s that there is no greater joy than watching rich people have an average time next to a body of water. lauren oyler continues to serve this up by hopping on the goop cruise for a few nights. she is the perfect fly on the wall; mildly morose and always craving a cigarette. something to whet the appetite:
I was in the right emotional state for a nine-day (yes) wellness cruise from Barcelona to Rome. This is precisely why I really, really did not want to go. I’d spent the summer engaging in polyamory and doing unanticipated quantities of drugs, and everyone agreed I needed to get away from my two boyfriends, who were providing me with an endless supply of suffering and stimulants and totally distracting me from my book deadline, soon to be missed.
alone has to be one of the best reality shows ever. despite this, it would be the last one i’d want to be on. whilst i have been blessed with an ego, i have no desire to prove to myself/ my family/ australia that i can do things that are hard- because i know for a fact i cannot. know thy strengths! mine are clomping around the city and overspending in bars. why would i want to live off the land? these poor contestants are starving, stinky and (even worse) don’t have anyone to complain to.
if push came to shove, i think i could last 3 hours before pulling the plug. here’s what i’d bring:
a couple of litres of premix negroni
a journal
taramasalata + lebanese bread
a book (feels like a good time to force yourself to read an epic but also you don’t want to make the experience worse than it already would be)
moisturiser
sunglasses
hammock
one of those sudoku/find-a-word hybrid books that you buy from the airport
my pink velour tracksuit
face mask (the sheet kind)
crackling fireplace youtube video
not to be controversial, but i’m pretty excited for it to be cosy season again. one of my favourite memories from our old palace in redfern was putting this video on a laptop, then placing the laptop into the (unusable) fireplace. after the giggling subsided, the four of us sat and read in silence for a few hours. yes it’s ridiculous, but there is something so genuinely soothing listening to the (artificial) crackling of wood. we were transported straight to the mountains in a little wood cabin on a baltic winter’s night. in reality, we were in the inner city suffering through a frosty 17 degrees.
perhaps this sheds some more light on why i won’t be winning alone.
this is the irl bit
tabasco
man, for this bit i was meant to be doing this whole spiel about how i’m totally obsessed with hand cream atm because a whole lot has come into my life recently and i’ve been looking at rich ladies hands and they always look so supple and shiny and nice and how i want them when i’m older.
but as i was writing this, or at least trying to, i ate a pizza (yesssssss, it was a whole one and i’ve watched footy before- i’m not like other girls!!!!!) and dispensed quite literally half a bottle of tabasco onto it as i chomped. and so i thought to myself, maybe you should write about tabasco instead and how they put it on your favourite toastie across the road from work and how it makes everything taste so much better. anyway, this is me doing that. tabasco rocks.
buying magazines
there is something sooooo chi chi about buying magazines. something sooooo carrie bradshaw / devil wears prada (2006) about the whole thing. i can’t help myself. if there’s a new dazed- you know mama’s dropping a hot $13.99 on that little princess. the reading of it feels so holy. perhaps thats because for some reason i feel like it can only be done lying on a freshly made bed, ankles crossed and waggling. or because it seems to happen less than the actual buying of the magazine itself.
these are technically online but i love them so much and it’s my newsletter and i can break the rules if i want to sooo
this guy used to make these. he’s so funny
ciao mama!