vol #25: caroline calloway, the dreamhouse and pistachio ice cream
ciao mamas
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™
caroline
this is the online bit
man ohhh man. thank god producers finally found out about gay people. i don’t understand why they haven’t clocked onto this before- reality dating shows are literally made for lesbians. it’s a big challenge to put het people in fake marriages and ask them to fall in love in 3 weeks, but that’s just a day in the life for lesbians. come onnnnn!
caroline calloway survived cancellation. now she’s doubling down, vanity fair
i was introduced to caroline calloway the way a lot of people were, through natalie beach’s 2019 article for the cut. since then, i’ve been obsessed with her in the way that you’re gripped by those facebook friends you know only through a series of overly personal statuses. i am fascinated by everything that she does- the tight rope she dances, teetering between scammer and (definitely less glamorous) over promiser. as lili anolik surmises, “it could be argued that she isn’t a writer but a performance artist’s take on a writer.”
i asked a friend if he had read this piece and he said “i find the whole affair… unbecoming”. which, i suppose, is rather the point. the piece is not flattering, rather an attempt to discern what is real and what is her self mythologising, picking at her inconsistencies.
a tidbit i enjoyed: she wants each of her 3 (unwritten) books, to turn into films. she’s dedicated one to lena dunham, one to greta gerwig, one to sofia coppola. i wish i could say i would do differently.
iconic quotes:
“At a certain point, I realised I could either live luxuriously or pay my rent.” (she has been accused of owing her landlord $40k in back rent lol)
“I’m often reductive about myself in a jokey way. Like, ‘Oh, 40 grand to party.’ But it was an opportunity. I didn’t know when we’d see again the white-hot molten center of what’s cool in downtown New York embracing cancel culture in the ways that it did in the summer of 2021. It was a pop-culture lunar eclipse that I wanted to take advantage of. I’ve created a brand out of thin air. I’m a business. But banks don’t see me that way. Nothing but writing a book could ever make me a writer, but being there, with the right people in the right places having the right conversations, could make me in a much better position culturally for when my book did come out. And being there took money. I want to be an It girl. It girls are start-ups, and start-ups need funding.” (on justifying not paying the rent)
“I don’t take uppers anymore,” she says. “Well, I do a little bit of coke. A holiday amount of coke, you know? Like, I don’t do coke more days in the year than there are holidays.”
“Listen, if you’ve never had any scandals, my advice would be to continue to have none. But if you’ve had one, have as many more as you can. It’s the Kardashian, Trumpian information overload fatigue. There’s a point where people can’t retain enough information to remember every little scandal. Whereas if you have one scandal, people remember, and it defines you.”
inside the barbie dreamhouse, a fuchsia fantasy inspired by palm springs, architectural digest
i think i squealed when i saw this piece. everything about the rollout for the film is so clever. it’s all been thought of. ben has been saying since last year that the barbie movie is his dune. i think it might be mine too.
dreamhouse
this is the irl bit
the guest, emma cline
the gag is that there’s either nothing to read or there’s everything to read. luckily, we’re in an era of abundance rn. i keep a list of books i’ve read each year in my phone, which you can either interpret as archiving or some perverted productivity ideology. ladies, it’s popping.
i loved the girls, emma cline’s first novel, and the guest is a sticky, languid and anxiety inducing follow up. mark my words, it’ll be the hot girl book of the (northern hemisphere) summer. it makes you want to go for a swim so badly that i spent 2 hours in the bath finishing it off. when i got out i didn’t feel clean.
lady in a movie moments
this ideology, coined by none other than Comedic Genius and Hero of our Generation, cat cohen, has always run deep within me. the other night i walked home after a fairly nondescript date with an acupuncturist whilst listening to an old playlist. i was two cocktails down, sober(ish), but as i walked down king st, this song came on. the tinkly piano and humming softened the headlights of the passing traffic. suddenly the world all seemed very romantic, like the end of a holiday film, the world nestled in a cosy golden glow. i was struck by the intensity of this feeling when i noticed that the student building before me seemed particularly beautiful, murmuring and full of possibility. the song finished and the next one began with the lyrics, “pee on me” - a jarring change in pace. it was in this moment that i remembered that my life is not, in fact, an indie rom com, but rather something starring jonah hill. as long as rachel sennott makes a cameo, i’m okay with it.
pistachio ice cream
so awesome. makes you feel italiano chiccy chiccy glam bam.
neca splashing by marcelo krasilcic
ciao divas!