There’s no shortage of box subscription services out there, likely because people love receiving mail and people love surprises. Okay, I know there are a bunch of people in this world who don’t like surprises—especially when you have no idea what you’re paying for—but those people still probably love getting packages. And I have to tell you, there’s nothing more exciting for a bibliophile than coming home to find book mail on your doorstep.
In the last few months, I’ve become beauty-obsessed. I’ve scoured the aisles of Target and Sephora; I’ve scrutinized sites like Into The Gloss, From Roses, and Byrdie; I’ve covered my dresser drawers in moisturizers, lip balms, and highlighters. I’ve learned a lot about the beauty landscape in a short amount of time, and I’ve discovered a bunch of new products that I’d love to write about here. But before I do that, I’m going to share some thoughts on “beauty” with you.
Ex Libris by Anne Fadiman
this Vogue article on the artifice of street style / this Washington Post article by Robin Givhan about fashion as art / another Washington Post article by Robin Givhan about Rodarte and its function as business vs. artistic statement / this Man Repeller article extolling the benefits of solo travel / this Electric Literature advice column on “good” writing and assessing your own work
A couple of weeks ago, I subtly alluded to the fact that I finally graduated from college. As amazing as that feels, I’m now hunting for a job and am cursing myself for being a spender instead of a saver. I guess you could say I’m at a quarter-life crisis… I mean, what the hell am I going to do with my life!? To combat feelings of aimlessness and despair, I’ve been reading some career-related memoirs and self-improvement books (more on that in the coming weeks). I’ve also taken to lunching at home (if you can call microwaveable meals or chopped romaine, carrots, and Ranch dressing lunch) in order to save money (and as an excuse to remain in my pajamas all day). Ah, summer in the city.
On an unrelated note, I’m loving how bizarre and off-kilter this imagery is. Today I feel like one exquisitely-painted toenail that’s busting through a pair of sheer socks, and I’m okay with that.Continue reading