vol 46: jaywalking, beckham & wild geese
good morning princess!
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™.
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this is the online bit
beckham, netflix
becks doesn’t know me, but i first knew him from the stacks of glossy pages of my grandmother’s religiously purchased women’s day and new idea- a genre of magazine that i will peruse if placed in front of me, but also firmly believe are flaming piles of literal shit. becks, undoubtedly sandwiched between walkley ready journalism about how someone is too tragically fat or too tragically skinny and another about brad and ange’s 13th break up of the month,
regardless, it is an impressive feat to make someone who cares not for football, care for football. can confirm that i got full body goosebumps multiple times. and it was not just because i was cold. okay maybe it wasn’t the football doing that. maybe it was the floppy hair… the earnestness… the cheeky grin… maybe i still care not for football even at all…
ashanti- only you (juicy joints 4x4 dub mix)
it’s so cheesy and boppy and fun and makes me miss wiggling my bum with my girlies on the dancefloor.
the rise of the lowercase boys, bustle
“If a guy texts me in lowercase, I’m going to assume he’s been ran through,” Crystal*, a 30-year-old who herself types in lowercase, tells me.
i don’t think i need to say much more on this.
this is the irl bit
wild geese, soula emmanuel
b.c. (before crutch), i was sitting by myself at a beautiful restaurant in paris, drinking wine, eating a delicious pizza, reading this book. i felt so chic. so grown up. the waiter, collecting my empty negroni glass (they serve them with straws in that country (criminal)), paused to ask me if i was studying the book because i was a professor in wild geese. what?!? do i look like a bird nerd to you????
anyway i guess it was a testament to how intensely i was reading the book. it is beautiful. incredibly original and funny and considered and very special. i loved it. you should totally read it too.
my crutch
love that ho. i did a little movie montage glow up moment with her and sandy liang-ified her in an attempt to make the whole leg thing a little chic-er. alas the bows all but fell off like 2 days later... hansel and gretel-ed across london fields and simon’s house. trés romantique. but she stands strong and sturdy and noble as ever. glam or glamless. and you can’t say that about everyone. credit where credits due.
the glow up? or should i say… the bow up
jaywalking
you know that annoying folky 2000’s song thats like you don’t know what you got till its gone, blah blah, paved paradise and put up a parking lot?
last night i realised my paradise is jaywalking. truly one of the greatest joys in life. the efficiency. the carrie bradshaw-esque jeté across the pavement in a cloppy mule. kinda like playing snakes and ladders, but you’re all ladders babyyy.
unfortunately, i now, like a wounded warthog, can’t jaywalk for fear of being jayrunover. and so i wait, at the lights. like a loser.
but i’ll be back.
sorry if it’s kinda short this week… the truth of the matter is i just couldn’t quite be arsed… state of the world and all that 💋