a blue plastic heart shaped arcade ring, bubble skirts and those lace trimmed adidas basketball shorts...
+.。☆゚:;。+゚ ☆* 10 things i haven't stopped thinking about this week... +.。☆゚:;。+゚ ☆*゚
earlier this morning i was sitting in a yoga class anticipatorily waiting, thoughts of what laborious poses were ahead of me were cut through by the instructors digestibly cheerful greeting. as usual he prefaced that he was going to share his intention for class, he took a dramatically long breath, “a lot of yoga focuses on getting through discomfort, but my intention lately is to lean into the pleasure of the practice. so lean into what feels good inside and outside this room”
this made me think a lot about my parent’s neighbors at the beach. all summer i’ve been fascinated and drawn to know everything about the residents of 4th street. we have pat & eddie who have lived in long beach island for over 40 years and never miss an opportunity to be on on their porch sipping hazelnut coffee in the morning or white wine spritzers during a glowy 7pm. they have an extremely on-brand sign by their mailbox that says “life’s better on the porch” and every time i pass it i think to myself “soooo true”
we have bill who lives right on the beach and sporadically comes and goes via a camper van he travels the country in. every time i walk up to the dunes i hear him playing 80s rock as he putters around his house, air drumming to the beat with vigor.
there is the family across the street who hold a weekly open invitation neighborhood happy hour on thursdays causing laugher and the clinking of glasses to flood the street.
i realized during class that the the reason why i’ve been obsessed with my parent’s neighbors is because they all seem to have built a life around pleasure and joy.
i think a lot of people (especially in new york) feel a sense of comfort and control in “the grind,” whenever you ask someone how they’ve been and they answer “UGH sooooooo busy” you can tell that there is a fleeting glimmer of masochistic glee in their delivery. to fully release to a life of pleasure is to experience a special variant of naked vulnerability where external stimuli blamed for unhappiness is withdrawn and you are left with nothing but your own company.
i’m the #1 culprit of relishing in discomfort, constantly spinning my wheels so fast you start to smell burnt rubber. but lately, as i’ve been spending more and more time at the beach i’ve reframed my goals a bit. i want to construct a melty existence of laugher and books and creativity and good music and beautiful clothes. i think that’s where my porch is
here are 10 things i haven’t stopped thinking about this week <3 <3 <3
i LOVE those lace trimmed adidas basketball shorts THAT ARE SOLD OUT!
why is finding a bag to wear to work that is both functional/capacious and not super fucking lame next to impossible? i have been searching for the perfect bag for years and i think this vintage brown leather givenchy hobo might be the answer
every year i promise myself i am not going to wish away summer. i won’t start thinking about fall clothing until there is a noticeable chill in the air. we’re in the middle of a head wave and i’m pining over these faux fur leopard marni ballerina flats :)
(i also love this orange acne mohair crewneck from depop)
there a few items that flow in and out of the trend cycle that i will always love- bubble skirts are one of them. i love this asymmetric proenza schouler skirt
snoopy socks
i think the drink of the summer nay be a pina colada paired with a fountain diet coke
my little cousins went to the amusement park down at the beach and gave me this blue heart shaped ring they won at an arcade game. i unironically have been wearing it constantly as a reminder to myself to not take things so seriously
i fear that i need these pink kitten heels from staud :/
it’s been about a year and i still think about the jw anderson “carrie” collection all the time. i may cave and get this hoodie as a halloween treat..
XOXOXOXO