vol #19: angel's trumpets, jammy eggs & a good piece of advice
morning girls!
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™
benee for interview mag, taken by lindsay ellary
this is the online bit
death of a fashion genre, the business of sociology
happy fashion week bitch! to celebrate, i will be scratching my bum on the couch. not that i think i’m above it, i just haven’t been invited - and fashion week, unlike house parties, is only fun if you’ve been invited.
i found this article really interesting as mia and i have been wearing “the high low” for years. what is the high low? (i hear your whisper bounce across the 1s and 0s of the internet.)
well, honey bun, it’s pretty self explanatory. if i’m wearing a gorgy porgy dress (high brow), then i have to wear a pair of dirty comfy sneakers (low) to balance the whole thing out. it’s all about the yin and yang of things. and who am i to upset the balance of the world?
No one on the Internet speaks in genres. We speak in memes, references, and remixes. This language of boundary-crossing and cross-pollination breaks down genres by default: it takes elements of different genres and turns them into a new cultural output. On the Internet, we are not buying something that belongs to a specific genre (e.g. tailoring); we are buying into a look of, for example, Timothée Chalamet, Pharrell or Tyler, the Creator. These looks themselves are memes that get to live on in the endless references they generate…
Fashion genres refer to distinct and separate contexts where the clothes are meant to be worn: casual, sportswear, black-tie. De-contextualization of our social, cultural, and economic settings and our roles within them have been spurred on by the 2020 pandemic, the referential nature of the Internet, and the modern aspirational economy where status is signaled through taste and insider knowledge and not through money.
i saw these photos and i was like YEP. i love chris maggio’s style. idk how he describes it, but i’m calling it bizarre suburbia. exquizzi.
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so good
a piece of advice:
this is the irl bit
perfectly jammy boiled eggs
rogue from me but i guess this is growing up. one day you turn 25, get grey hairs and start voluntarily eating boiled eggs. pretty fucked up, but i guess at least i don’t collect weird glass miniatures or have deep vein thrombosis, both of which seem to be pretty pervasive symptom of getting-oldness.
when you google how to make boiled eggs there’s all those fucken recipes built for seo that try and complicate the shit out of it so they can get more clicks. cut the corners. the perfect jammy egg takes 6 minutes to cook when dropped in a boiling pot. then you just put it an ice bath like it’s some ultra marathon runner. when i eat them on taramasalata toast i feel like i’m nordic, not in a lukas mattsson way, more in a matilda djerf type way. big difference.
okay literally welcome to yum town, ticket courtesy of mia!
angel’s trumpets
man, i love these flowers so much. every time i walk past a chorus of these darlings i always think about how if i was an elf i would totally wear one as a hat. one time mia pointed out they’d make a great skirt well. whenever you go for a walk, it’s really important to imagine how the world would be if you were a fairy or at least very small. thumberlina clearly still holds a fair piece of real estate in my psyche.
i didn’t know what angel’s trumpets were called, so i googled “flowers that look like a hat”. incredible name. turns out they’re also poisonous, so maybe don’t use one as a drinking horn.
milk fed, melissa broder
i’ve been in a bit of a reading slump, everything feeling like a slog. i picked up milk fed on sunday and by tuesday i’d finished it. i enjoyed reading it, but in the way i enjoy watching trisha paytas videos; with fascination and mild horror. the book rests on the axis of four pillars: binge eating, judaism, mummy issues and eroticism. not an obvious combination, but then again i don’t know much about religion. however, the last time i read a melissa broder book, the main character started humping a merman, so i don’t really know why i am surprised.
check that the fuck out!!! perfect hat material!! perfect skirt material!!!
ciao for now!