vol #44: men, julia fox & frozen vegetables
reporting live from the couch!
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™.
julia fox by harmony korine for supreme aka icon
this is the online bit
top boy
on the first day i arrived in london i wrote a list of activities i could get into before i start work. an abbreviated version of the list reads as follows:
dating
watch all of top boy start to finish
cooking?
i could learn something?
the last two i couldn’t even properly commit to paper, questioning them before i even began. the first one? there’s not a heap to report. the second one? ohhh boy. have i been putting in the hours.
i was in paris over the weekend, and had pre-empted in my head this newsletter would be a little different. i thought i’d have some cunty little tidbits about beef tartare and snogging french hotties and the chicest way to truss a silk scarf, but the thing is, i was with some friends walking to a bar in the 10th, and then i wasn’t, because then my ankles bent like they were made rubber, and then i was on the asphalt, and then i was being asked if i was okay, and then i was dragging myself off the bike path with my arms like some demonic mermaid, and then i was asking who the hell put that step there and didn’t tell me about it????
so, because of this whole not-being-able-to-walk schtick, i have had enough time to watch near the entirety of top boy in a few days.
surprisingly, it’s not like, the chillest show to binge considering there’s multiple violent deaths and traumatic plot lines per episode. sometimes it’s like… maybe we could just have a constructive conversation next time someone is “violating the ting” instead of shooting all your bezzies. i kinda think about the cast operating like a club’s door policy… they’re always at capacity, so if you spot anyone new, you know someone’s about to leave (in a body bag). but my girl little simz is in it and the writing is great and so is the soundtrack and it’s fun to be obsessed with a show when watching it is one of the only things you can do.
julia fox didn’t want to be famous, but she knew she would be, the new yorker
julia fox has lived a life that memoir dreams are made of, which is convenient because her memoir, down the drain, is to be published in the next day or two. she is a true icon. i would talk about how good the article is, but i’ve linked it there for a reason. find out yourself.
for literally years i’ve been saying there needs to be a monthly streaming base subscription for audio books. none of this audible shit- who wants to pay $17 to listen to a book when half the time you’re really only thinking about what you’re going to make for lunch?
when spotify started audio books they went down the pay-per-read-audible route, but then i suppose that didn’t work out so well because they’ve opened up heaps of audio books for free on the premium subscription. muuuuch better.
so far i’ve listened to i’m glad my mom died by jeanette mccurdy, which is kind of a hectic title but then you listen to it and you’re like, actually nah, that’s definitely a reasonable thing to say about her. i’m also midway through listening to the bee sting by my guy paul murray. i just finished reading (reading with my eyes, not my ears in this case) an evening of long goodbyes, also by my guy paul, which is nice because i can shoehorn like 30 recs into this one subsection. anyway, paul murray is immensely funny. a true comic writer and epic novelist (of the most literal and complimentary ways). ily vibes.
this is the irl bit
raven smith’s men
raven smith is the type of person you’d want to be sat next to at a dinner party. his essays are witty and charming and reckless and a border on a little arrogant at times, but he knows that. he says how when he was young he just wanted to be a girl about town and i love that because i am young and i just want to be a girl about town. unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to pay the bills so he writes and i do too (not that this is paying the bills either). but the book is brilliant.
p.s. when he went to nyc to launch the book (? could be making this up), he just left copies around town for people to find. addicted.
frozen vegetables
before arriving in this country i thought that the only things frozen peas were good for was icing ouchie body parts. turns out they actually eat them here. currently i’m being a traditionalist by using a frozen aisle’s worth of veggies to heal my tennis ball ass looking ankle, just like god intended. the freezer’s selection in our parisian apartment, much to my amusement, was frozen asparagus and champignons. the wankers. back in london, we’re keeping it low key with spinach and a carrot/pea/corn pack. sticking to what i know, yeah?
the kindness of strangers
not to be all ankleankleankle, but there has been a lot of strangers in the past few days that have helped me hop from one place to the other, by carrying my bags or letting me lean on them. it’s a funny thing, your arm around them, huffing in their ear, being so vulnerable and dependent on them and not knowing their name. in a devastating news week, it’s nice to see such humanity.
you know where to find me xxxxx