Photos by Peter Stackpole, April 1959
Ben Giles’ new collage series, All in My Head, is super.
How do you solve a problem like the Monty Python reunion? This is a great article.
“With visibility is supposed to come admiration, respect, access, affluence – and for most of such men, it delivers. Yet for the rest of us, with visibility comes harassment, stalking, threats, loss of career opportunity and mobility, constant public humiliation, emotional and sometimes physical violence.” How being internet famous (or just visible to other people) can make women a target for online violence.
“Even today, several generations removed from the devastating critique of their triviality that was at the heart of first-wave feminism, Marie Claire and other women’s magazines remain obsessed with the appearance of female public figures, an obsession that still extends far beyond them into leading news publications like the New York Times and the Washington Post. You can take the woman out of the woman’s magazine, but the style of coverage—and it is all about style—remains the same.”
The London Review of Books goes to London Collections: Men.
Diane von Furstenburg talks Warhol and Studio 54 and some more stuff that she’s perennially associated with.
On being a Times Square Elmo (it’s never as much fun as it sounds, is it?)
This Nabokov essay from 1972 is a must for anyone who struggles with writing inspiration.
Sometimes you mean to get your work done on a Sunday. Other times, you spend your Sunday lounging around in the sun, napping and glugging gin and tonics. Guess which one was done on Sunday.
When not glugging, I was having my heart ripped out by Before Midnight, the last in Richard Linklater’s film trilogy about seemingly perfect couple Celine and Jesse. This scene is why. Linklater kills.
Read every single article linked by this post on Gawker provocateur turned author Emily Gould and marvel at how one woman can provoke (and create) such a sheer amount of bile and resentment from otherwise reasonable adults. Links include a live-tweeted suicide intervention, which is one of the final symptoms of the Internet finally eating itself and an Elle profile that manages to be both cutting and strangely adoring – ironic, since the central theme of Gould’s newest novel, Friendship, is about, um, female friendship.
Badass bald women.
Arsenic dresses and the allure of poison clothes.
The secret history of Canadian TV show Fashion Television. With clips!
IFB’s look at why we click on a certain website’s links even though we don’t want to. Fall for the clickbait-y stuff every time.
GO AWAY, Robin Thicke. Or at the very least, take a sexual harassment course.
Yesterday, I had to go see a man about a Springer Spaniel and, to edit a very boring story into a mildly entertaining footnote, I thought that it was Monday. Term only ended last week and already freelance work is messing with my brain. I’m going to have to start walking around with my name and address pinned to my sleeve. So, no Sunday post.
It’s doubtful that many people noticed – after all, Sunday is now the day for relaxed reading and there are a lot of websites posting up Sunday links (this particular series being a blatant rip-off loving homage to Ana Kinsella’s Week’s Clicks.
One of my all-time favourite magazine editors recently justified (no names, unfortunately; ‘off the record’ is still very much a thing) using creepy-as-hell photographer Terry Richardson by saying that his work should be separated from his wrongdoings. Which is bullshit, really, as his work is what makes his behaviour acceptable. New York Magazine have released their much-anticipated feature ofnRichardson, asking if he’s an artist or a predator, perhaps conveniently forgetting that you can be both. The piece itself is … weird. Read it for yourselves and make up your mind.
Speaking of creepy sexual predators, this story of an online romance gone horribly wrong will make most sentient women never use their phones for anything other than Angry/Flappy/Zombie Birds ever again.
This is by no means new, but for people who are curious about what cultural appropriation is (note: eating sushi is NOT cultural appropriation and not just because I ate my weight in mackerel sashimi this weekend) please read this.
Drunk texts from famous authors. Much better than getting the following phone call from Barcelona. “I’m at a beach bar! Do you want to hear my Spanish accent? Ola! Olé… *ridiculously deep voice* OLÉEEEEE (trails off).”
James Franco wrote a weird short story about how he definitely absolutely no way didn’t but maybe he did kinda sorta have sex with Lindsay Lohan.
Long long loooooooong read about Donna Tartt and why critics are pooh-poohing her latest literary blockbuster, The Goldfinch.
Britney Spears went to Vegas and this is what happened.
The anatomy of school dress codes.
Them Victorian fashions will kill ya.
This Style Bubble post on fashion houses and rebranding is interesting. Typeface love.
One of the very shamefully hipster-y things I like to do is eat and drink out of jars, so these recipes for overnight oats are just the ticket. I don’t know what a chia seed is, but I want to eat one.
DIY faecal transplant (that’s having someone else’s faeces syringed into your body) is a real thing, and it might save lives. “It’s still the same concept of using a microbial ecosystem or community of bacteria,” says Petrof. “But we’re just moving away from taking it out of the toilet.” *shudder*
The ten best uses of body fluids in art (best not to read the last two links with your overnight oats).
Viv Albertine (she of all-woman punk and post-punk pioneering band The Slits) has a memoir out today. It’s called Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys Boys and is, by all accounts, rather good. Not new, but still worth mentioning, Albertine has unsurprisingly great taste in music.
A profile of Rihanna’s stylist Mel Ottenberg, who is running out of clothes to put on her.
“Fixating on a woman from afar and then refusing to give up when she acts like she’s not interested is, generally, something that ends badly for everyone involved. But it’s a narrative that nerds and nerd media kept repeating.” Misogyny, entitlement, nerds – and Elliot Rodgers.
One hundred (!) longreads here. Very, very America-centric, but something for everyone to enjoy.
Nellie Bly, one of the first notable female journalists, had something to say about writing what you want.
I Wanna Marry Harry has the be the most takedown-able reality show ever, starring possibly the world’s worst Prince Harry lookalike.
Fashion’s fascination with the childlike body.
In praise of the bad girls of Young Adult literature.
An oldie, but still relevant. Joan Didion on the “faux-adult” characters of Woody Allen films.
I want to go to there. 27 Incredible Airbnb locations in Europe.
Avocado toast seven ways. Avocado toast is SO GOOD. Seriously.
Literary Mothers is a new Tumblr favourite, but instead of cat GIFs, it’s essays about female literary influence (though if anyone makes a Flannery O’Connor GIF, I might cry with joy).
This woman is the reason we’re all checking our privilege these days.
10+ new essays re-examining seminal feminist texts, and why women need to look backward to go forward.
Street style at Frieze.
Looking for cracks in the fashion publishing machine.
And finally, Sarah Mower remembers Louise Wilson, the late head of the MA Fashion course at Central Saint Martins. One of the most remarkable and terrifying women I’ve ever met.