vol #3: beauty, bloodshed & being bothered
discussing all the most important b's!! (besides bums)
when i thought about doing this newsletter, i hadn’t quite realised that i was going to need to write an introduction every time. what the hell am i supposed to write here? why am i getting shy?
something i can write is that you should donate here. anti trans sentiment has been on the rise for years- saturday was a well publicised show of violence but don’t think it doesn’t happen literally everyday.
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™
f list
this is the internet bit
the class politics of instagram face, tablet mag
ftr: i am pro plastic surgery. do whatever you want! your body is a canvas or whatever those pinterest posts with some ugly script curling across a stock image wolf say.
i first read about the beauty class divide in this brilliant article on dazed and this piece continues the conversation with such cutting observations.
“The success of Instagram Face, its ubiquity, isn’t the start of cyborg aesthetics. It’s the end of it. Because what might save us from such apocalyptic beauty is something almost too ugly to say out loud: When in history have rich women ever wanted to look like regular ones?”
this paragraph struck me. it’s interesting to think that we could be heading into a post-instagram-face-as-the-beauty-ideal world, with a reversion to the unique, to the off kilter, to the imperfect.
“It misses the point of what we find beautiful: that which is ephemeral, and can’t be reproduced.”
i first heard of meg superstar princess (unconfirmed if government name or not) through reading her perfectly imperfect, where she recommended cigarettes, burner phones and using harmonicas/tambourines as accessories. now that’s the typa girl i can get around…
this film, recommended by a friend from work, is 48 minutes of meg drinking warm vodka, hitting on some guy getting arrested and interviewing a bunch of Main Characters (capital M, capital C). it’s fashion week, everyone is awful, everyone is devoid from reality, everyone is soooo new york. carnage. I LOVE IT!
p.s. the captions are perfection. if i’m introduced as anything other than a club rat i’m going to be Pissed!!!!!! (capital P)
a short list of festival dos and don’ts for 2023, vice
thank god someone finally said it. doof sticks are not a substitute for a personality. humour is not subjective- i can tell you definitively what is funny and what is not. what is: this article. what isn’t: a stick with some on the nose (ha) joke about something that you are putting up your nose.
grow up and just do the drugs. you don’t need to tell everyone you are.
nan goldin, picnic on the esplanade
this is the irl bit
all the beauty and all the bloodshed
okay i already knew nan goldin was a boss before i saw this documentary, but now i know that she’s seriously a boss. this documentary is so beautiful, layered as not only a memoir but also her fight against the sackler family (aka Big Opioid). the documentary flicks between slideshows of her friends, her life in boston/ new york and her activism. ftr, it’s not like the lightest of viewing, dealing with upwards of 5 subject matters that make my brain hurt. but if you can arrange to hold a hand throughout, it’s pretty beautiful too.
asking the big questions
the other day i spent a pretty penny on a new pair of sexy lesbian film director sunglasses. when i finally took them off my face about 24 hours later, i noticed a few words scrawled on the inside of the right arm. “what would tupac do?” my god, i thought to myself. i don’t know! what would tupac do? and in what circumstance? and to whom? and because of what?
it’s 3 weeks later and i’m still not quite sure. i know that tupac is dead, so i’m presuming not too much. however, as we know to assume makes an ASS out of U and ME, so i’m trying to keep an open mind.
being bothered
my bffl toby and i communicate mostly through voice notes after he relocated to berlin last year to be an Ultra Super Famous DJ Superstar. the other day i was moaning about something i couldn’t be bothered to do (very out of character and unlike me!!!!!) and toby sent me back a voice note that said “be bothered.”
…tea.
this struck something deep within and like a scratched cd i went REEEEEEWIND (please read how sung on Hey Mama) on that story over and over again all weekend. the thing is, toby is one of the most bothered people i know. that mf just released his 6th ep in the past year and a half (?) and is literally living his dream writing music all day everyday. you don’t get to do that if you can’t be bothered. when i grow up i wanna be toby. but first i guess i gotta get busy being bothered.
me and my life coach toby
bisous bisous princesses xxx xxxxxxxx xxx
ps happy birthday iz you divine slag (don’t tell anyone but i think you’re awesome) xxxxxx x x