Dear Jenna Lyons,
I have this polka dot shirt from J. Crew (a few seasons back) and I really think it would be cool if you made a version like the below:
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With one GOLD polka dot! All I ask for is a shirt from the first batch. You’re welcome!
Love,
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More on hotels: apparently the Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai ranks #28 on CondeNast Traveler’s Best 100 Resorts 2014 list, but frankly, I think it looks TERRIFYING. It’s like Kubrick does political interior design. Also, I could make soooo many jokes based on this little review, but I’ll spare you.
Again, I’m strengthening my resolve in this new calendar year to focus on the big projects rather than the essays that pop into my head all the time. As William Styron’s daughter said of her father’s depression, he felt not comforted by the masterpieces he wrote, but hounded by the little pieces he had never gotten around to, “that they were like little beasts and he had watched them turn their backs on him and walk away.” But I’m thinking, perhaps better to let them go than try to hold tightly to their leashes as they sprint toward the horizon?
So Internet, you’re welcome for this idea: a follow up to this New York Times article about travel blogger Meghan McEwan, who recently bought a very pretty house in the utterly magical Leelanau Peninsula in Michigan intending to turn it into a B&B. Some things to cover in the article: do virtual dreams fail to satisfy? Does critical expertise translate to practical know-how? Is the Leelanau Peninsula the next big thing, or should we never speak of it again so that it remains untouched and pure? Does she know where Mario Battali lives? And so on.
You know what, fuck this––if any editor is interested, lemme know. I can make time for it, depending on how many expenses you cover.
A little soon for another blog post but: a $1K diamond KALE necklace.
I saw this little video of an artisanal globe maker on another site recently and was totally enchanted by the art. I swear I’m not just saying this because of the man’s reference to Hugo, but wouldn’t a globe maker be a wonderful protagonist for a children’s novel? Or perhaps a short story, in which the lonely globe maker living alone on a tiny island somewhere (perhaps Norfolk Island) draws his dot in the ocean closer to the mainland because he wants to make new friends?
I think I’ve mentioned here before that I’ve put myself on essay-hiatus (except for a few choice projects) in order to focus on two new book projects, but yesterday I was slightly tempted to write something about the possible change in narrative surrounding Robin Williams’s suicide. In case you weren’t paying attention, a few days ago, the information that Williams had Lewy body dementia went public. LBD “usually leads to significant cognitive impairment that interferes with everyday life.” Back when he died, most people connected his despair to his longtime struggle with addictions, but now it seems he had what many would considerable a more “justifiable” reason for ending his life. Taken aside the recent high-profile gentle suicide of Brittany Maynard, and the interesting argument journalist Lisa Miller made in a New York Magazine article a few weeks ago. The piece ends: ” The dignity thing is a red herring, in my opinion, which privileges our voyeurism and consoles the control freaks among us, allowing us to fantasize that in death we can still be young and strong and in charge of outcomes and to look past the bare fact that life and death are unfair, disgusting, and heartbreaking sometimes, and there’s nothing at all to be done about that.” Not exactly sure where I’m going with all this, but something is a-brewing…
In other news, yesterday I made red velvet CAKIES!
Seriously. That’s what they’re called.
Ooo-wee, does it feel good to cross this one off the to-do list! No, seriously.
Modeled by my girl crush
In an act of revenge that will seem meaningless to everyone but me, I stuck my galley copy of Diane Von Furstenberg’s new memoir The Woman I Wanted to Be (cringe) into Jonathan Safran Foer’s mini-lending library outside his $8 million brownstone. Enjoy, suckers!
Photo of a comparable mini-lending library in Brooklyn.
So I can color it in.
Can I just say, it’s about time the Satanic Temple upped their marketing game! Scientology has put them to shame.
Lots of Aleister Crowley, I’d guess.
When I was obsessing over how to buy beetles to make earrings like the ones from Moonrise Kingdom? Lulu Frost heard of my plight, and she answered!
Perfect.
Goodness it is TOUGH to be a trendsetter.
Off to Miami tomorrow. So excited. Please don’t bother me while I’m there––I’ll be reading and sunbathing.
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