vol #34: vampire, prosciutto & thinking of you
ladies, let's dish
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™
still from good 4 u, also dir. by petra collins
this is the online bit
vampire, olivia rodrigo
i used to think that pop was lame, then i realised that not liking something because lots of people do like it is both wanky and uninteresting. what is more interesting is appreciating good things because they are good.
this song is an instant hit. the video is so awesome. i love the angst. petra collins does scorned prom queen so well. whoever olivia rodgrio’s creative director is needs a pay rise- her cinematic universe is always so concise, so cohesive. ugh it reminds me that i’m so overdue for some heart break that it’s not even funny.
i don’t know where i found this essay, but i’m glad it’s been sitting open on my laptop mining my data for the past 6 months. it’s arresting and beautiful and full of innocence. instead of me telling you about it, you can just read it.
From an early age I existed. I still do and suspect I will until I don’t. The end doesn’t trouble me, nor the beginning. It’s the span in between: What to make of that?
ben’s review:
the best movies in the world, kaitlin philips
i was scrolling through twitter and i saw that kaitlin philips had posted a google doc of her recommendations (lo fi substack, one could say). naturally, this piqued my interest because last year’s Kaitlin Phillips’s unedited unreadable non-comprehensive Christmas Gift Guide, was truly a gold mine. obviously i couldn’t afford anything on the list. that bitch is just so funny.
Children are a waste of money.
There’s nothing like a gift that costs over $5,000. The best gifts I’ve ever received have been over $5,000, sorry to all the people who gave me thoughtful gifts. I don’t really care about that shit.
My most recent ex bought me an entire look from The Row each holiday, for, like, five years (last year’s on the left). Now I can wear the Row every day of the week if I want to pretend I’m rich. It slaps! Just the IDEA of owning a full runaway look had not occurred to me. Now it occurs to me all the time. That’s good gift giving. Makes me want to get back together literally.
anyway, i thought hey, fuck it! i’m gonna ask if that cool bitch wants to write a newsletter! 24 minutes later she responded.
incredible.
this is the irl bit
sudokus
old people are so happy because all they do is go to the movies, do sudokus and bitch together. hellll yes. don’t get me wrong- i never wanna be old, but it’s nice to know that i won’t need to make many lifestyle changes.
unfortunately, i’ve developed such a monkey brain that the only way for me to exercise is on a treadmill, doing a sudoku, whilst listening to a podcast. could be worse. i’m getting a hot, taut little brain whilst i’m getting a hot, taut little body. don’t be mad, queen!
it never fails to impress me that filling boxes with numbers could be so fun. kinda like filling out your credit card details, just less expensive.
baba’s place always does old people chic so well. pic by michael naumoff.
thought of you texts
the fricken cutest. i received one yesterday with an image of a waning sunset from a friend. made me feel so special. must send more.
prosciutto
during uni, i went pescatarian. it was the height of the vegan hey day and i had heard that it was the best thing you could do for the environment, so i donned the cloak of self important meat sobriety and said oh, not for me thank you, whenever i was offered a sliver of cured meat.
recently i’ve gotten off my high horse and realised that i, in fact, can not single handedly save the world, and it’s gonna burn regardless if i eat the falafel or the chicken breast. kinda awesome to have that weight off your shoulders. i don’t officially identify as a meat eater… labels are so restrictive! and it’s nice to keep secrets with yourself. but i have definitely been indulging my baser (chicer?) instincts by ripping into some prosciutto in appropriate (most) moments. just don’t tell joss.
je t’aime, j’adore, and j’good day!
babe i've literally been aDDICTed to sudokus for the last month we are so in sync