+ Apologies for turning this space into a Twin Peaks build-up blog, but what can I say? I’m excited! It’s only a few DAYS until the new Showtime series and the publicity is amping up. I really enjoyed this feature in Variety about the new show. No real info, except that I better re-watch Fire Walk With Me, since the new season apparently requires some familiarity with the events in that twisted, weird movie — but it’s still a fun read and a fascinating glimpse into the world Lynch creates when he makes movies.
+ This woman is my new style icon and is total #lifegoals. Lyn Slater is a social worker and professor with serious professional and intellectual credentials — and a fabulous sense of fashion. It’s not exactly “my style” — she’s big on the polished-classic-meets-Comme-des-Garcons vibe — but that doesn’t keep me from deep admiration. I love that she found herself taking more fashion risks when she got older — that’s something to emulate, no matter what your style may be!
+ Sometimes you want TV to be good, as in solid writing, superb acting, beautiful cinematography and all that quality stuff. But sometimes you want TV that is kind of fun to put on the background, is amusing in the way that a silly convo at a party is and features great costumes and locations. For me, “Girlboss” on Netflix is that show. It’s loosely based on the book of the same name by Nasty Gal founder Sophia Amoruso, and there is a gloss of “You go, girl!” feisty feminism to the story of a plucky, kind of obnoxious girl who takes her eBay selling into the major leagues. I actually have #somanythoughts about Girlboss, the fall of its CEO after the show went into production and the often troubled intersection of feminism and capitalism. (See also: Thinx panties!) But I only have so much time for cultural criticism, and that kind of essay frankly already been done quite well elsewhere. But I will say that I am enjoying Girlboss despite its flaws, mostly because it takes me back to the time I lived in San Francisco — and sometimes as I watch I get that strange, wonderful feeling of “I lived there!” and “I can’t believe I lived there!” and even “Oh, I wish I still lived there!” I love the vintage-fabulous clothes, and the soundtrack also features Bikini Kill and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. If these sound cinematically pleasurable to you, check it out!
+ This article in the New York Times on open marriages is thoughtfully written, genuinely compassionate and oddly moving. Beyond thinking a lot about being a parent, I have been thinking a lot about what it means to be in a significant long-term relationship lately, whether it’s a marriage or domestic partnership. We’ve come to an interesting historical intersection where we are living longer than ever before, but we no longer marry for JUST social status, economic survival, patriarchal obligation or privilege or some weird merger of lifestyle brand and companionship. (I do think those elements are all still there in various intensities, depending on where you sit in the socioeconomic mosaic, but they aren’t the sole reasons.) I’m in my 40s and having bore witness to many marriages coming together, enduring and/of falling apart around me, I see some deeper emotional longing for attachment, meaning and nurturing that, frankly, most adults I know simply aren’t equipped to meet — and yet so many people struggle, fail and try again to meet this hunger. So many intense feels, yet so little knowledge in really communicating and being vulnerable within these relationships! (I include myself here, because true intimacy is terrifying!) Interestingly in this article, listening to how others literally “opened up” their emotionally stagnant and frustrated marriages to other people seemed to have provided an avenue for them to explore their hidden selves and desires, as well as discover the hidden aspects of partners they often took for granted. Part of me is admiring, part of me is fascinated, and part of me just wonders if there is another less complicated way you can get to that place of truly seeing, accepting and deeply appreciating your partner!
+ Pardon the jankiness of this week’s picture, but I took it quickly in the Target dressing room. Let’s just say that the lighting and general mise-en-scene of it all is not very Insta-worthy! I was on a Target run (ah, mom errands, sigh) and discovered that a boatload of the Victoria Beckham x Target pieces were on clearance. I bought the pinstriped dress from the initial release, as well as a shirt, but after a few try-ons, I could resist picking up a few more dresses on sale. I haven’t really bought dresses in ages — not since I had my kid over two years ago — outside of a few studio-to-street ones from Fabletics that are basically like oversized fancy sweatshirts. (I do love my fancy sweatshirts!) These new ones are proper dressy dresses, though, and the nice thing about this line is how there’s a dress silhouette to suit almost any body shape: A-line, fit and flare, shift, babydoll-ish, drop-waist, etc. A lot of the fabrics are much higher quality than the typical Target garment, which is nice. I picked up a mod-type drop waist dress with the large daisy print on it — not usually me, but it felt a fun splurge for summer, which is like the Las Vegas of fashion seasons for me — and the white-and-print brocade-type shift. Both items felt like something that my own mother would’ve worn when she was young, which was a part of the appeal for me. But finally I picked up this gingham peplum top with 3/4-length sleeves just because I can’t resist a little flou of a shirt. I’ll probably wear it tons until the weather finally turns genuinely summer-like, and be excited to wear it again next spring. I used to be a big dress person back in my fancy-free city girl days in both NYC and SF, and it’s nice to get back to that, even a little — there’s just something light of heart and spirit that’s embodied in a dress, and I like that energy in my life now.