vol #27: jennifer coolidge, microdosing alone & lipstick

from a different idol called joss

Jun 13, 2023

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™

rip the drunken canal (pic from ny times)

this is the online bit

who is matty healy? the new yorker

come on. what type of self respecting literary bitch would i be if i didn’t include jia tolentino’s latest? as someone who isn’t a 1975 fan and hasn’t been bothered to read up on all the facts, i feel like i don’t really have an opinion on the guy. but from what i hear, it sounds like he’s really method acting the rockstar thing with the whole eating raw steak and smooching the crowd business.

the whole pop star enigma thing can really feel like a chicken or egg situation- are they freaky deaky because it’s a part of the job description, or did they get the job because they are freaky deaky? things to think about.

p.s. i really liked this line:

He came to understand that a person’s life was “a balance between what is real, what is said, what happens, what people believe, what people project, and what is true.”

they’re here to save indie media, new york times

once again, what type of self respecting literary bitch would i be if i didn’t include the latest from founder of the drunken canal?

On a hot May afternoon, the co-founders were talking corporate sponsorship over white wine, Diet Coke and mixed nuts at the Chelsea hotel. For now, contributors to Byline will be unpaid, but Ms. Guterman and Ms. O’Sullivan said they had been in talks with possible sponsors including the furniture company Knoll, the astrology app Co-Star and the kink-friendly dating app Feeld.
Wearing an emerald maxi dress and nude Gucci slides, Ms. Guterman clapped her hands. “We had a come-to-Jesus moment,” she said. “We got rid of banner ads. I don’t want to go on this gorgeous website and see banner ads.”
“Eww,” said Ms. O’Sullivan, who was wearing a big blazer and wide legged jeans.

i know everyone was sounding off on twitter about it, but tbh the website is really cool and i would literally die.com to write for it. the only thing that amuses me is people thinking they’re doing something genuinely different when they launch a magazine… i hate to be a snarky little snoo snoo, but babes its a digital magazine based out of new york… you could go to dimes square, throw a moleskin and hit 10 of them.

…tea

a.s.o.

i have managed to curate myself a selection of gorgeous boys that semi frequently send me music. this works well for me, because often i get a little stockholmy with my “on repeat”, which at this moment comprises of half of king princess’ discography, ice spice & dj rashad. this is not a bad place to be, but sometimes days go past with the only musical interaction i have being mr rashad yelling “in the club before 11 o clock” in my ear.

so, this is where these beautiful boys come in. the other day jack sent me a.s.o., the first ep of a project of the same name, by tornado wallace and his sexy girlfriend (not trying to be reductive i just don’t know anything about her). of course, when i passed it on to another of these beautiful boys, an attempt to return the favour (and seem cool), they had already heard of it. all djs (#alldjs) literally have the biggest boners for tornado wallace. anyway, it’s really good. kinda sounds like air. the band not the, idk how you describe it, stuff.

this is the irl bit

lipstick at home

the thing is, i have a lot of lip products and it feels like a waste that i almost never wear them. thus, whilst working from home i have taken to donning a lip whilst i sport a tracksuit. i can’t tell if it’s giving yummy mummy or child who has gotten into their mother’s makeup bag. regardless, makes me feel kinda girlboss about it.

microdosing alone (going camping for one night)

now, i’m not usually a camper (please refer to my previous musings on alone), but when jamie asked if i’d like to come with her and grace to camp for the night i thought, well who the hell else am i going to hang out with? panic set in, and i realised that it was either brave it out in the cold with my girls or risk spending 5 minutes by myself. i packed my bags.

i double checked with jamie, “i just need to pack whatever i need to survive for the night, right?” she looked back at me with a dead stare. we had fish and chips for dinner at shell cove (a name that sounds too corny for a tv show), and set up camp in a clearing. we had obviously forgotten to book a spot in the campsite and i tried to not think about wolf creek.

when my bladder woke me up at 2 am, i remembered perhaps the only true joy of camping- being able to piss less than a metre from where you lay your head. as i squatted i looked up at the sky, sparkling like lady gaga’s studded bra in the telephone music video, and saw a shooting star. something i can safely say i’ve never seen as i’ve excreted in my inner city share house.

i’m not saying that i’m a #convertedcamper but i’m down to microdose.