A Minimum Of Two Prints Per Outfit
You know that advice about taking one thing off before you leave the house? I would prefer you add one print. Two to three is my personal sweet spot, but I would never steer you from more. Pictured, my friends had a party themed “Y2K mermaid popstar” and I was like “girls I lived through 2007 I’m not being tricked into low rise again” but then I found the makings of this look at the thrift store and was pretty happy where we landed.
Picking Out The Real Estate You'll Buy With Your Friends
I like to ask my friends and their lovers which of them will go in on the Mona Lisa’s Florentine villa with me. It was purchased by her in-laws in 1498, features fourteen bedrooms and a lemon house, and went up for sale on the Tuscan market this year. So: which bank will sponsor us on this purchase? Do we have any outrageously wealthy potential patrons out there? Trust fund kids lurking among our social circles? Early Bitcoin investors who are friends of friends of friends? If we pull together an offer, someone can have dibs on the olive oil mill. But more importantly, I love stories of people who split apartments or start compounds with their best friends. We're supposed to stop living communally after college, or once we age out of roommates? Bummer! I think we need more social scripts for choosing to live with and near your non-romantic loved ones. And I want a villa with my friends. So try it! Next time you hang out with your BFFs, spend some time on Zillow and pick out the Soho loft or Napa wine farm or Montreal pied-a-terre you'll put a down payment on together.
Making Something, Anything, For Your Friends' Special Occasions
Bake a tart for their graduation brunch. Invent a game for their birthday hang. Arrange a Trader Joe's bouquet for their dinner party. God, it's so much better than a bottle of wine! I'm currently designing my best friend's wedding programs as a gift, and it's ended up becoming a gift to me, too: the excuse to have a creative collaboration with a person I love, in honor of a person I love.
Tapestry by Carole King
Are you in a bad mood? Depleted by the horrors of late-stage colonial-capitalism and the pandemonic state of the world at large? Sad! Allow me to reintroduce you to Ms. King, writer of songs that create the auditory equivalent of chamomile tea and maybe half a benzodiazepine. When you start spiraling about The State of Things, I really recommend you flip on Tapestry, in its vinyl format if possible, and let Carole soothe you as the earth moves under her (our) feet.
