In the great tradition of Carrie Bradshaw, the foremother of annoying girls who write, I am sitting at my window typing this. And as I sit here watching the snow fall outside, I couldn’t help but wonder… would you peel an orange for me? And just like that, here are my beans of the week:
Down the Drain by Julia Fox: When she said it was a masterpiece she wasn’t kidding and I’m being so serious. Julia Fox has lived an insane life, and spares the reader no detail. The book features some of the best writing I have read in a celebrity memoir, and she wrote it completely on her own. I listened to the audiobook because she narrates it, and I love listening to her talk. Highly recommend!
Lana Del Ray for Skims: Nadia Lee Cohen shooting Lana is quickly turning into my favorite Valentine’s Day tradition. Last year we were gifted with the iconic Interview cover, this year a Skims campaign. I love both of them, I love when they work together, and I have no notes.
Madonna x JPG T-shirt: This is perfect merch. It’s giving the fashion version of those bikini body shirts that you buy at souvenir shops. The gold cone bra from the Blonde Ambition tour is one of the most iconic looks of all time, and now you too can wear it. This sits in the exact intersection of fashion history and diva worship that makes me reach for my credit card.
Fellow Travelers: I decided to watch the first episode of this the other day, just to see if I wanted to watch the series…. I ended up watching the entire thing (yes, all 8 hours!) in one sitting. The show is so well written, the cast is amazing, and if reading The Crucible in high school also made you a little obsessed with learning about McCarthyism then you will love it. Somehow it managed to be incredibly sexy and made me cry like a little bitch.
Side note: let this be an example that Ryan Murphy is not the only person in Hollywood who can make gay TV!
Diana Vreeland discovering she was a Leo at age 81: I keep my copy of the Andy Warhol Diaries close to my bed, and sometimes I will just open it to a random spot and read whatever chaos Andy decides to throw at me. It’s sort of like a tarot reading or a fortune cookie. I opened it last night to an entry where Andy goes to visit Diana Vreeland (one of my personal favorite fashion figures), and she tells him that the people she hired to help sort through her belongings had found her birth certificate, and she discovered that she had been celebrating her birthday a month late her entire life. She had always celebrated in September, but was actually born in August, making her a Leo rather than a Virgo. Vreeland was apparently thrilled by this news, and as a Leo I get it. Look at her living room, this diva was never giving Virgo.
This podcast episode on taste: I listened to this after it was recommended by one of my favorite substacks, Trash Panic. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since listening, and I need some friends to listen so we can discuss.
The idea that the algorithm is dictating everything we see, which is leading to a lack of personal taste is both fascinating and terrifying. There has been a lot written about taste and how we go about acquiring it in the age of social media recently, I’m thinking specifically of the previously recommended essay Notes on Taste, which I go back and read pretty frequently, as well as this How To Develop Taste post.
All of Us Strangers: I saw All of Us Strangers this week on my quest to see every film with oscars buzz, and this one is great. Strange, emotional, heartbreaking. It somehow manages to be very complex and so simple at the same time, tackling these really personal emotions but giving them such gravitas that they feel huge and overwhelming. Andrew Scott is amazing, he has to get a nomination for this. Paul Mescal, Jamie Bell, Claire Foy make up the rest of the cast and all of them are giving incredible performances.
And before you ask, yes, I did start rewatching season 2 of Fleabag as soon as I got home from the AMC.
Nicole Kidman’s suit being auctioned at Sotheby’s: Speaking of the AMC, the infamous pinstriped suit will be going to auction. I hope that whoever buys it, puts it on display. Then we can all go make a pilgrimage to see it and recite the commercial. I know that all of you know it by heart, don’t even try to pretend otherwise.
The “would you peel an orange for me?” discourse: If you are reading this, I would peel so many oranges for you. 🧡🧡🧡