good socks (irish edition)

CUTIES

(via kathryn davey)

make federal buildings ____ again

there are so many depressing things these days, but i oddly found this especially so:

An executive order drafted by the Trump administration under the title “Make Federal Buildings Great Again” would require that “the classical architectural style shall be the preferred and default style” for new government buildings, according to the publication Architectural Record. The proposed order has been criticised by architectural experts and would fly in the face of the US government’s existing Guiding Principles for Federal Architecture, which explicitly state that “an official style must be avoided” and that “design must flow from the architectural profession to the Government, and not vice versa”.

you can write a letter to the president about this policy here, and think of this as you’re writing:

“My concern is that, more than it is a rule to require classical architecture, it’s a rule with the goal of excluding modern architecture,” [Pulitzer Prize-winning architecture critic Paul] Goldberger adds. “Many policies that we’re seeing now seem to be about exclusion, and now it’s in the realm of architecture. It’s a terrible mistake and it’s inconsistent with an enlightened, liberal democracy.”

the future?

(via rachel comey)

in my agéd future, there will be most likely be more rolls and juiciness but still — strong vibe

twenty minutes of bedside-sitting-and-staring-into-space time

i love samantha irby:

Hello, 911? It’s eleven-thirty at night and I’ve got an important meeting (LOL) tomorrow morning at nine-thirty. I set my alarm for eight. That should give me plenty of time, right? Google Maps says it’s probably going to take seventeen minutes to get there from my hotel, barring any major traffic, but what if the Lyft driver is late? Alternatively, what if the doorman can’t find a cab? I’m planning to go down at nine. Does that leave enough time for me to get eggs from room service? But they run late sometimes, right? Should I risk it? It’s midnight now and I think I’ll be hungry in the morning, but what if I’m not? Then I’m stuck waiting for eggs I don’t want. Maybe I should set my alarm for eight-thirty. I definitely want to sleep off this Xanax, but does that give me enough time to take an actual crevice-cleaning, hair-washing shower? Should I be honest about who I really am as a person and factor in twenty minutes of bedside-sitting-and-staring-into-space time? It’s twelve-thirty, but to be safe I’m going to set the alarm for seven-thirty. Should I attempt to impress these people with eye makeup, or do they not care because they are serious businesspersons? Let me just go ahead and set my phone for 6:55, so I have plenty of time to contour and blend (i.e., totally fuck it up and wipe it all off while crying). Since I’m up, it wouldn’t hurt to iron my pants, just in case I can’t hide my legs under a table. Why does everyone want to “meet” on couches these days? An electric chair would be more relaxing. Wait a minute—it’s already one o’clock?!

begrudging sky respect, part II

begrudging sky respect

found this old pic from paris

the pose, the posture, the hands, the in-process portrait, the expectation —
💔

solo monk

what a cover

FINALLY

But what about the silent majority who prefer to experience wildflowers the way General Motors intended – by whizzing past them in a fast, comfortable automobile? How are nature-loving-from-a-distance drivers supposed to learn the names and habits of the wildflowers as they speed blissfully past them at 65 (85?) miles per hour?

i’m dying but it’s so real and you can learn all about this hilarity here. via laura olin’s newsletter.

in MY champagne room

Jill McDonough, “I Imagine the Butches’ Stripper Bar”

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