Quote of the Week: “I am impervious to the flat visual attack of things. I see your khaki shirt hung up on a peg. It is your shirt and I could see you in it—you, wearing a color I detest. But I see you, not the khaki shirt. Something stirs in me as I look at it, and it is certainly the human you. It is a vision of the human you revealing an amazing delicacy to me. It is your khaki shirt and you are the man who is the axis of my world now. I revolve around the richness of your being.”— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June.
I shared this quote as an Instagram caption yesterday but it’s just worth a double dip. I love the repetition! You can’t not envision this pathetic khaki shirt as tangible poetry. When I consider writers whose imagination and command of language open the proverbial third eye, Anaïs Nin is it.
Listening to: “Mon Repos” by Babak. Ya’ll I have no idea where I got this song. I mentioned before that I get a lot of house/groove international stuff from these Italian designers who source from an enviable network of DJ friends in Ibiza, so I assume there? Music is wild… thank g*d.
Grateful for: My family. I often take them for granted after losing my sister as the linchpin, and the general differences between us don’t make things easy, but they supported me in a big way this week. I’m officially moved back into my childhood home in Danville. I still technically have my apartment in Philly for a bit, but I needed some air. This is temporary. I’ve actually gained a new appreciation for Philly, quelling the constant pull toward elsewhere that’s plagued most of my time living there. My plan is to keep working, writing, traveling when I can, and most importantly, stacking money to potentially buy a home in the city when the market improves.
(As a Gemini moon, you should take all of this with a grain of salt and know that I could absolutely move back into a Philly apartment by June, or I could be in Asheville, NC selling vintage clothes out of my trunk by next week. Place your bets accordingly.)
Working on: Remember that series I mentioned in March, where I’ll be interviewing cool girls who *aren’t* part of the digital media ecosystem? She’s coming in hot very soon, so stay tuned!
Loving: Elta MD facial sunscreen. I’ll tell you a secret that may be enough to get me cancelled, or at least lose a few followers/subscribers: THIS IS THE FIRST FACIAL SPF I’VE EVER USED. *Exhales* I’ve been holding that in for too long. In my defense, I think it’s unfair that having the word “moisturized” in my name and a cursory interest in skincare leads people to assume I’m a guru. I’m not. I’m so far from, and I have the sun damage to prove it. The truth is, maintaining a tan has been the closest I’ve ever gotten to a lifelong commitment. But these signs of aging and fear of skin cancer have ganged up on me, and I am now a daily SPF user. I hope you’re happy.
Yes, baby, the rumors are true: Broke But Moisturized is $30 for an entire year now through the end of May. That’s like a gel manicure or a tank of gas, both of which are way more essential to your daily well-being, but we encourage frivolity in this space.