I have to admit I read this post from The Craft Sessions with my heart in my mouth. I remembered the first post from January in which Felicia floated the idea of sewing her own wedding dress, and I just felt so worried that the “truth” of the dress was going to be some kind of heartbreaking disaster. Fortunately the “truth” isn’t a disaster, but it isn’t at all expected, either.
First: What Lies Beneath the “SCIENCE!” from Kind of Stephen. What I want to know is, where can I buy some of this moon leaf extract?
Deciem wasn’t on my skincare radar until the launch of their new line, The Ordinary, a couple of weeks ago. Since the launch, I’ve had a Deciem tab open in my browser but for some reason haven’t felt right pulling the trigger on the products that interest me–which is saying something, considering my usual enthusiasm for throwing money at skincare (and skincaretainment). Yoga Nerd MD’s thoughts on Deciem’s pseudo-scientific marketing language helped me to articulate my uneasiness with the brand. Simply put, I don’t like the way the brand writes about itself. I’ve now closed that Deciem tab, and while it’s possible that wildly glowing reviews may convince me otherwise, I currently have no plans to purchase from any of their lines.
As someone who washed up on the shores of the Asian Beauty subreddit as a refugee from the vapid beauty writing of sites like xoVain, I am deeply appreciative of the thoughtfulness with which many AB fans approach their skincare.
Who doesn’t love pre-school drama? Rich people, lawsuits, rumoured swinging… 10/10 would think this is ridiculous again.
Inside the Cutthroat Rivalry Between Two of L.A.’s Elite Preschools (Los Angeles Magazine)
I have a deep love for Jefferson Airplane. It is a love so deep that I can’t help but feel a certain amount of goodwill for Jefferson Starship and Starship. So that definitely colours my reaction to this GQ oral history. I read it last night and have been mentally arguing with it ever since.
I have an essay’s-worth of thoughts, but I’ll boil it down to three things.
- There is no way We Built This City is the worst song of all time. It’s a perfectly fine pop song that merely suffered from being overplayed.
- I’m not a fan of oral histories in general. While it is vitally important to collect people’s stories in their own words, that’s not enough when presenting this information to the public. Context matters, and evaluation of sources matter. Just because somebody says something doesn’t mean it’s true.
- I think this piece is unnecessarily nasty towards Grace Slick (who clearly chose to not participate, but of course there’s no context or comment on that, because of the weakness of the pop culture journalism oral history format).
First off: happy screams that Jane Marie is on The Hairpin! There is a The-Toast-dot-net-sized hole in my heart (that is, a gaping chest wound) since the site shuttered earlier this summer, but The Hairpin has had some good moments lately, and seeing Jane Marie back there is a good one.
Second: I totally scoffed at the concept–after all, I wear a lot of denim–but the sketches and outfits look cute.
Third: but does she only draw thin women?
I’d like to flip through this book once, but don’t feel the need to own it.
Another Yeezy Season 4 link, because apparently I’m not done being annoyed by this. It was shallow, abusive, and meaningless when Vanessa Beecroft was doing it in galleries; and it’s shallow, abusive, and meaningless when Kanye West does it as “fashion.”
The Models at Kanye West’s Yeezy Season 4 Show Deserved Better (The Cut) [I’d argue that all models–all women–deserve better, but West’s show was particularly egregious.]
Ah, bless you, Kevin Bacon.
Bacon by Bacon (YouTube)
I would not have thought that Harry Styles’ real estate doings would interest me at all, but this look at his latest LA home is quite entertaining. I’m sort of into the putting green?
Harry Styles Pays $7 Million for a New Los Angeles House in an Ultra-Top-Secret Deal (Yolanda’s Little Black Book, via this also surprisingly entertaining One Direction’s Week in Review on The Hairpin)
There are many reasons I’d love to re-visit Nashville: the music, the bars, the three-pairs-for-the-price-of-one cowboy boots. Hot chicken (and male tears) have now been added to the list.
The Burning Desire for Hot Chicken (The Ringer)