Things not to do on a Friday night, after ill-advised work drinks, if you want to stay chipper:
1. Walk home through the overgrown graveyard whilst re-reading the first chapter of The Lovely Bones.
I can think of six guys off the top of my head who took me out on a date this year and then POOF. (Disappeared).
It’s totally fine. I’m not bothered, and they didn’t do anything wrong (maybe I did? but anyway, it’s not bugging me). It wasn’t the end of a beautiful anything.
So why do I have this sudden urge to send out a group text to all of them at once? “What happened?” or “Pourquoi?” or “Was it something I said?” I think it’s a mostly anthropological desire. The sample size is getting big enough that I might get some meaningful data out of it, enough to graph my missteps.
<Awkward segue into data related comic>
Update: jungle print rampage is UNABATED. Welcome to the family:
Actually, there was a lot of leopard in town this weekend. It’s making me jumpy. I now pronounce this the summer of….
Favourite tidbit in Elizabeth, The Queen Mother, to date:
Raymond de Trafford… fell for Alice de Janzé, described as ‘a young American man eater who played with lion cubs and was said to look like a “wicked Madonna” … in 1927 de Trafford went to Paris to inform Alice that, as a strict Catholic, he could not marry her. She came to his railway compartment at the Gare du Nord, shot first him and then herself. Neither died. They married in 1932.
I’ve always looked down on leopard print. Anything with even a whiff of the safari about it seemed so cheap and trashy. No offense, Lisa Rinna, but the world doesn’t need more than one of you.
Lately, though, I’ve been changing my tune. I was kind of in denial about it at first, but I’ve found myself itching for animal print. It’s all very unexpected.
I feel like this desire’s been slightly legitimised though by The Sartorialist’s marvelous spotted spread for Vogue Pelle Italia. Two of my favourite images are below, but click here to see them all.
I may not have my own leopard-print skateboard yet (SIGH), but my collection of animalistic clothes is growing…