vol #15: moose juice, skirts over pants & edward scissorhands
lots to tuck into today folks!
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™
schmood
this is the online bit
a century of the ny it girl, the cut x ny mag
And then Brill laid out, in essence, the rules of engagement: You go out every night. The best time to show up is the peak of the party. The peak of the party is a mood. The question is not always when to come but when to leave — and that time is once you’ve said “hello” to everyone. You exit discreetly. “And then,” Brill said, “the party crashes. And they think obviously you’re the one who made the party because all of a sudden, when you leave, the party’s down.”
as a teenager of the 2010s, alexa chung was my first experience with it girls. i didn’t really know what she did, except do it all, and do it in an unflappably cool way. i wanted to be her. i still want to be her. this it girl edition tickles me entirely. i can’t wait to devour it all.
also the social strategy/design is done so well. i love it so much.
edward scissorhands
sorry if i’ve been a little inconsistent about where films fit into this complex matrix of online/offline. i figure this one belongs in the online category because that’s where i watched it. shout out to sflix. before you berate me for not paying for art, i have a whole theory on how illegal streaming sites are actually critical cultural & historical archives. dm me if you want the full spiel.
anyway, edward scissorhands. i watched this movie the other night and my god i was watching it the whole time with a big dumb grin. the colours! the absurdity! the dolphin hedges! not to out myself as vapid, but i think i’d like anything if it was pretty enough.
p.s. this scene with the haircuts is sooo usfin coded.
my cool friend at work sent these to me a few weeks ago and i’m still thinking about them, so i guess that’s how you know something is really good. i can’t wait for the day that i sign off an email with any of the following:
everthine,
mercury’s in gatorade,
and that’s on god,
this is the irl bit
for the record- i do not recommend you visit the nation’s capital. if ikea was a city this would be it: functional, but for all intents and purposes, utterly soulless. sorry if that’s cruel, but that’s my truth. why does every cafe have a tv?
on saturday, my friend evie played at bar rochford, the city’s one redeeming jewel. hence the road trip- our due diligence as dedicated groupies.
as any good groupie knows, support comes in many different ways. this time it was less about being raucous front right in little tops, but rather more about looking gorgeous in big boots and little skirts and racking up a hefty bill of negronis, stracciatella, dirty martinis, snapper & figs. so delicious. so sexy. being a groupie isn’t for the faint of heart!
moose juice
of course, the only thing to do when you have been to one end of the spectrum, is to swing to the other side. so, after bar rochford we picked up our little purses and stumbled sauntered over to mooseheads, infamous canberra institution.
even if you haven’t been to mooseheads before, you’ve been there. the dj hasn’t bothered to change their rotation in the past 15 years and it’s filled with boys in elastic ankled chinos that have their last name tattooed in curly script up their forearm.
we had heard of their house special, moose juice, and was in the market to get an authentic local experience. when the bartender handed over 4 pina colada glasses full of radioactive green liquid complete with placcy straws, we looked at each other. we were in heaven. from recollection the juice was a killer combo of malibu, alize (?) and midori. more than a drink, it was an accessory. there’s a real energy that comes with gripping a cocktail that is so luminously toxic. something about it makes you feel like you could belt out the whole of mr brightside or pen a chunky facebook status calling someone a dog. just delicious.
MOOSEJOOSE!
skirts/dresses over pants
clothes are fun and dumb and beautiful and i love taking them seriously and not seriously in equal measure. mia and i were walking to work the other morning, talking about how grateful we are to fully be able to dress how we want at work everyday. no offence but i would literally rather stick a fork in my eye then have to wear one of those god awful slate coloured dresses that hit just below the knee and some sexless sensible heels everyday. real corporate copy and paste. NO! THANKS!!!
my current fascination is a little skirt/dress over pant situation. real nikelodeon red carpet hours. will i think this is fugly in 5ish years? undoubtedly. but if i was living by the ethos that i didn’t want to wear anything that i regret, then i’d be scooting around in a tshirt and jeans for eternity, and where’s the fun in that?
the trick to the skirt/dress over pant situation is shape. the tailoring has to be just so. i just tried to write a whole thing on how you work it out, but then i came to the conclusion that what it really means is you just have to try a whole lot of shit on. make your room look like a war zone. then you’ll figure it out.
see! fucking cool
smell ya later!