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™.
ily <3
this is the online bit
night time, my time turns 10, stereogum
a beautiful and considered tribute to one of the best pop albums of this century. i love it sm.
I could sit around all day and talk about the influences I hear at work on Night Time, My Time. It’s circa-2002 Britney Spears fronting Spacemen 3. It’s Kylie Minogue making a Velvet Underground record. It’s a young Madonna in a coked-out haze, wanding into a Suicide loft show and grabbing the microphone. But those comparisons don’t really capture what’s special about Night Time, My Time. The album gets its title from a line that doomed, ethereal siren Laura Palmer says in David Lynch’s Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, and that parallel cuts a little closer. Like Laura, Ferreira is a young woman who knows that she’s a victim of vast, sinister forces outside her control and who responds by embracing oblivion. Years later, Ferreira made the connection official, acting in Lynch’s revived Twin Peaks and absolutely radiating discomfort.
one of my projects is trying to get into tiktok. and thanks to some average weather, an injury and a whole lot of free time, i seem to be doing a pretty good job. dream, believe, achieve and all that.
one of my favourite accounts is this irish guy who looks kinda malnourished, pale and a bit depressed. all of his content is hyper awkward and stilted. reminds me of kyle and brigsby bear. come to mama!
i debated whether or not to write this because i saw him in the roses section of hinge a week ago and thought that maybe we should fall in love, but then i also thought that it would be pretty funny if i wrote this and then we fell in love, so here it is i guess. universe- do your worst!
this is the best thing i’ve ever seen. so funny. filmed like an snl skit. fashion has always been camp, but this is truly taking it to the next level. it’s obviously a joke but to what extent? it gives major dog-chewing-on-mum’s-tit energy from mean girls.
p.s. you cannot tell me that samantha didn’t inspire this.
this is the irl bit
samba spotting
last week ryan and i had a coffee at broadway market where we played my new favourite sport: samba spotting. i would explain the rules but it’s kinda all in the name. sit at a densely populated area and count how many sambas you come across in the time you sit there. if you wanna get a true analysis of the SS (samba sitch) in your area, you can crunch some numbers and workout the samba per square metre, or SPM (samba per minute). i mean, i would, but i’m not a virgin.
if you’re playing in london, broadway market would be choice. sydney? glebe markets or perhaps vic on the park. melbourne? either fitzroy market or rooftop bar. enjoy!
bottoms
speaking of virgins, i’m pretty sure someone said that bottoms it is the lesbian version 2023 of superbad, which is entirely correct. i loved it. all the perks of stupid teenage comedic movie without the cringe. watched it last week with si and we spent the whole time double chin chortling on the couch. perfect.
i’ve definitely talked about it before on here, but if i could be anyone, being rachel sennott would definitely be a top 10 choice.
fluffy hats
goddamn they keep your head warm and you looking cute as hell. i’m tryna stay on some oligarch type shit this winter. maddie had this one that i used to borrow every time i stayed at her place in melbourne and it made me look like an electrified poodle but in a hot (?) way. i purchased my first london fluff today. by the end of this winter i want there to be rumours spreading that either i’m balding or pro hunting because i am never seen without some glamorous fluffy hat on my head. just you wait.
catch up witcha later xxxxx