Summer Plans

Aside from the not-Hogwarts wizards YA that I read to fall asleep at night: Working my way through Annie Ernaux’s back catalog at the moment, but I’ve also got Angela Flournoy’s The Wilderness, Damon Young’s That’s How They Get You, and Rob Franklin’s Great Black Hope on my coffee table (and very excited about it). I’m also looking forward to digging into Immemorial by Lauren Markham, an essay published by Transit Books.

DISSH’s wide-leg lace pants paired with an oversized tee—right now I’m alternating between SZA/Kendrick’s concert tee and my Palestinian Poppy tee from Medicinal Plant Index—and comfy Marni rhinestone slippers. And face card, as always, by my girl Soo-Young at SYK Skin.

Other than the instrumental jazz that I write to I’m verrrrry curious about the new kwn album. And low-key new Kesha? I think about “Praying” more than a healthy amount. Also! The untitled Hayley Williams project! #BlackPeopleLoveParamore.

Tabi loafers and Wales Bonners leopard-print adidas.

A yet-to-be-created non-alcoholic drink that’s not sugary but herbaceous and carbonated and CRISP.

As much time in/on the water as possible, hopefully sailing. And this year is my bougiest one yet: celebrating a friend’s fortieth in Sicily and another friend’s sixtieth in Martha’s Vineyard. Fire Island for a bit, as one does.

Restaurants are so effing expensive in New York right now they are not in my dream blunt rotation. But I do keep going by La Mercerie for their INCREDIBLE chocolate chip cookie.

Matcha! You’d think with how obsessed we are with this particular beverage you’d be able to actually get a decent one in the city. And yet . . .

The only acceptable Labubu is the bedazzled one made by Kerin Rose of A-Morir.

Gods and Kings by Dana Thomas.

Tapered pant, belt with a meaty buckle, white tee, white loafers, playboy cap, ’70s chunky sunglasses, and my Epi LV bag.

Addison Rae.

Y-3 Japan adidas.

Fresh mint iced tea with a few drops of a THC tincture––sativa please!

South of France and Italian islands in mid-September, locals are there and the water is still warm!

Amelie in the West Village, typically away from people I’d run into, is my favorite place to hang.

“Good Time” by Crystal Castles

Fancì Club.

Nothing––talk your shit and spit whatever.

joy to those who celebrate their inner child.

Every issue of HTSI, Vegas: A Memoir Of A Dark Season by John Gregory Dunne, Who Knew by Barry Diller, Great Black Hope by Rob Franklin, and Waiting for Britney Spears by Jeff Weiss.

Vintage Levi’s, navy Lacoste polo shirt, Converse Chuck Taylor ’70s All Star hi-tops.

Songs Ohia—The Magnolia Electric Co.

Brown suede Stussy flip flops, J.M. Weston penny loafers, and the Satisfy ROCKER.

A large bottle of San Pellegrino and a pint glass of ice

Hopefully, cities only: Charleston, London, Los Angeles, Copenhagen, and Stockholm.

The Odeon, The River Café, Sweetgreen.

Wednesday—“Elderberry Wine.”

Carter Young.

Designer musical chairs, the demise of Hollywood.

For children or bozos.

White T-shirt, black tailored shorts or jeans, and exactly one fun item (ex. Chopova Lowena “Olive” nameplate necklace or swap the shorts for my favorite bright-green Kiko Kostadinov miniskirt). Just add flip-flops

Definitely Maybe by Oasis in preparation for the Reunion Tour.

AURALEE leather flip flops

Frozen margarita. And water.

Vermont and Rockaway Beach as often as possible. And finally going to “the Six.”

Le French Diner in LES.

“Relationships” by HAIM.

not on the list, sorry.

Bravo recaps.

A Lacoste polo with Ralph Lauren pleated slacks from the ’90s.

HAIM, “Relationships.”

MORJAS boat shoes or any form of mule.

The new Hayden Pedigo.

Taking the D train to Central Park on sunny Saturdays to lay out in Sheep Meadow—no airport necessary!

Anywhere I don’t need a reservation, even if it’s mediocre, because I can’t handle reservation culture anymore.

Lemon Berry Kombucha!!!!!!

My summer staple is mixing breathable linen with quick-dry tech fabrics. Lately I’ve been pairing a Patagonia Capilene® Cool Daily tee with thrifted HOMME PLISSÉ ISSEY MIYAKE linen shorts—it keeps me cool and dry all day in Tokyo’s humidity.

My song of the summer is Roy Ayers’s “Sunshine (Demo).” I’ve been a fan since my teens, but I only recently discovered this demo—and its warm vibraphone grooves make Tokyo’s summer heat feel a bit more pleasant. Having passed away earlier this year, he’s an artist I’ve grown to love even more as I’ve gotten older.

I haven’t set any dates yet, but I’m planning to revisit Chiang Mai and Bangkok—and explore parts of Thailand I’ve never been to. After that, I want to tour Southeast Asia, hitting Vietnam and Indonesia—and hope to connect with locals to collaborate on future projects while I’m there.

Hopefully the president’s obituary.

Luccheses, Levi’s 1937 501s, random T-shirt, Levi’s jacket, Stetson.

I have three. The Weatherman by Gregory Alan Isakov, Cold Beer & Country Music by Zach Top, and Among Other Things by Bella White.

Luccheses if you keep them up.

Horchata and Ranch Water.

Wherever my girlfriend wants to go.

Texas Joe’s Slow Cooked Meats (London Bridge) or E Pellicci (Bethnal Green).

Anything that my gay friends say it is, because I believe them.

I actually don’t know about fashion so I’ll say my friend Doug McCollough who’s a furniture designer. The best of the best.

Ketamine and the Forbes lists.

something that I have never heard of. Should probably Google this. Oh god.

A Language of Limbs by Dylin Hardcastle and Cleanness by Garth Greenwell.

When it comes to summer, a vintage tight tee with jeans, a cap that says a lot without me talking, and adidas Sambas to give some Dimes Square sleaze.

Bird’s Eye by Ravyn Lenae. My all-time favorite from the album is “From Scratch”!

I think easily New Balance are a pair that will take awhile to damage. Also Our Legacy loafers since they use Vibram soles.

A strawberry-flavor can of Recess hands-down.

Hoping I can slink away to SF, London, and CDMX this summer. It’s all possible wishful thinking but I’ll try and make it work.

Most likely Le Dive for the vibes.

“Summer Forever” by Addison Rae.

For me it has to be AURALEE. I like the feeling that you’re always stuck in a Woody Allen or Wes Anderson film with pieces from AURALEE.

Labubus lol.

Mid versions of Monchhichis!!!

I want to reread Pride and Prejudice plus Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart and and and Perfection by Vincenzo Latronico.

Low-rise denim shorts and a tank.

I keep coming back to Like a Ribbon—John Glacier.

Satin ballet flats.

Fresh ICE COLD coconut.👅

As soon as the sun extended we explored El Salvador. August plans are the Mentawai Islands in Indonesia and Andros with a Greek goddess.

“Headphones On” by Addison Rae.

Edward Cummings and Connor Ives. <3

Hyper-individualism as empowerment.

Naff.

Henry Meyer’s translation of Danish Ballads and Folk Songs. And, as always, Jacques Prévert’s Paroles.

I’ve been wearing my 2022 Re-Nylon Chinos from Prada a lot. With a crisp white or black tank top and some black boots, usually my pairs from Guidi or Berluti.

The new Smerz album Big City Life is so good. It gets a lot of plays at the house. That and Serge Reggiani's Rupture from 1971.

The Nile and Cape Town.

On most nights, you can find me at my local spot, Rolo’s.

the hottest book of the summer is the galley of angela flournoy’s the wilderness; otherwise i blew through nettie jones’s recently reissued fish tales.

something killua from hunter x hunter would wear.

Salomon Marie-Jeannes.

Cocchi spritz.

my friends’ house.

shoutout to Zane Li at LII.

the stock market.

I’m finally diving into Joan Didion’s The White Album—because chaos in essay form feels right this season.

A lingerie top turned into a skirt and the other way around from ALL-IN, metallic Prada hairpins, accessorized with red, pink, and plastic details—think toy-store energy meets high-fashion. Bonus points if something looks like it came from a vending machine in Harajuku. Always finished with baby blue eyeshadow.

CURSE by Unknown Mortal Orchestra. Anything by them really.

Either vintage Prada flip-flops or the €5 ones from a random corner store. There’s no in-between, just mood swings.

Yuzu iced tea.

To be honest just anywhere in Paris with a view made for people-watching and chairs that are chicly uncomfortable.

“My baby (Got Nothing At All)” by Japanese Breakfast from the Materialists movie original soundtrack.

Honestly, the recent IFM grad collections in Paris are giving more than half the official calendar. There’s something raw and hyperstylized happening—like fashion before it’s PR’d to death.

Not everything needs to be posted, monetized, or explained—some things can just be worn, lived in, and left offline.

A magazine on the beach.

Oversized button-up and Dingo boots.

Late one night on the train, I saw a stranger pull up Spotify on her phone, type “drunk mexican dad music” into the search bar, and click on a playlist of the same name. I felt touched by whatever sort of nostalgia she seemed to be feeling at that moment so I started listening to the playlist, too, and I love it.

Whichever of the four pairs of sandals I’m currently trying to convince myself are “the one.”

A quart container full of seltzer and ice.

Maine!

RIPPERS at Rockaway Beach.

“Dark Thoughts” by Lil Tecca.

You. <3

Being “the new Britney Spears.”

[Vanessa Hudgens voice] inevitable?

An oversized VAQUERA tee and a baseball cap plastered with badges.

ILLIT—Do The Dance (빌려온 고양이).

Pierced sandals from sacai.

Watermelon juice.

Phone-free vacation in Da Nang, Vietnam.

ENHYPEN—“No Doubt.”

Ashley Williams, ALL-IN studio (Benjamin Barron & Bror August Vestbø), 3.PARADIS (Emeric Tchatchoua).

Ye Ye.

sold out everywhere!

Nina Simone’s Gum by Warren Ellis.

Black Gildan T-shirt. Black Levi’s jeans. Black Calvin’s. But it’s too hot for that so I need an upgrade.

Leonard Cohen: Live in Dublin and Lou Reed’s American Poet.

HOKA Bondi 7s.

Homemade smoothies.

I want to visit my parents in Cincinnati and go to Central Park more.

Wherever my friends take me. I don’t care, really. But also maybe abcV for the roasted carrots.

“I’m Your Man” by Leonard Cohen.

I actually don’t know any.

Anything people are talking about too much is too much. I would prefer people talk less.

Flowers.