“Some stylists have specialties, but Delores could do anything,” said Colin Cooke, a still life and food photographer who shot hundreds of ads with Ms. Custer. However, he said, she shone particularly in margarine. At one point they worked for a company that owned 11 different brands.
“She was the master of the pat,” Mr. Cooke said, “the queen of the dollop, the swirl and the curl.”
The food stylist Delores Custer in an undated photo. Credit…Colin Cooke / NY Times
Posted: September 7th, 2021 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on tywin lannister
had a dream that tywin lannister from game of thrones kicked me out of a threeway for not being sexy enough. dream interpreters, i welcome your thoughts.
Posted: September 5th, 2021 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on good things
a few good things:
pink neon nail polish from target
prime suspect on hulu (ads are meh but i’ll take it for awhile) (mirren was 46 when she made prime suspect, which is both cheering and destabilizing)
my new blazer — taking it back to my high school style yo
wrapping levi’s new lava lamp
the blistering guitar solos in “down by the river” (this live video is so long but it does capture how they’re just diving into the story of the song through that riff)
i had a SHORT volunteer shift at the marfa lights festival, but they were overstaffed so i asked if i should stay, and when the boss said i could just stay and hang out, my face got a look of pure horror on it. i’m sorry all friends, i’m not in a good place
neither good nor bad:
the martin short/steve martin/selena gomez show “only murders in the building” — it’s like vaguely out-of-touch but comforting old tea
Posted: August 22nd, 2021 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on can you tell school is starting tomorrow
birthday has come and gone, glad to see it go, even though my birthday is my favorite day of the year (i’m a leo deep at heart). just a shiz time, 47 feels old, and sad things happening all around. hard to really feel easy. last year was kind of amazing because it was deep COVID and so no one was here and no one could go out and so i just watched nba and rom coms and napped and drank champagne and felt taken care of and did whatever i wanted and there was no sorrow yet hanging over me. but this year — there were two memorials in town, and my sweet aunt passed away (but sent me a present that arrived the day before), plus i’ve let all my marfa friendships fray and my sister has COVID and life feels just so…momentary. or transitory. both. someone please find me the poem that captures this. though ross spoiled me with TWO cakes and champagne and there was this perfect pre-birthday moment on tuesday — eating the most delicious pavlova made by my cool cuz and watching chunking express (brutal picture but love in its heart).
