Ever since I was a little kid I hated Sundays- it wasn’t for the usual “oh no back to school” reasons (Monday is actually my favorite day of the week because everyone revs up and actually matches my level of week long anxiety). It was because of what I couldn’t do- revel in the sun, dig into forced enjoyment, take a day to just… be. My entire life my brain (moving fast, so fast it keeps crashing into walls and doors) and my body (being tackled under waves of illness and discomfort again and again) were fighting each other, a body that needed rest battling a mind that couldn’t comprehend the word. As I got older and more ambitious, burned myself out and revved myself up again and again, this only became more true. And everyone kept saying “just find a little space to chill.” Chill? Chill!? Whose got time to chill when there’s so much to do before we die!? My body is already failing me, I thought, so why give it any extra attention. Well, I stand corrected. I don’t know if it’s age, some ill begotten wisdom or falling into cohabitation with a partner who sees me in profoundly clear and gentle ways but suddenly Sundays look a little different. I (we) lie in bed for reasons other than my bones aching. We ponder in the grass. Sometimes hobbies are pursued. All with the understanding that come Monday, we can go as crazy as we like. Somehow, that lets me breathe. There is music coming from the other room, so I guess I’ll put my phone down and go. Happy Sunday
Ever since I was a little kid I hated Sundays- it wasn’t for the usual “oh no back to school” reasons (Monday is actually my favorite day of the week because everyone revs up and actually matches my level of week long anxiety). It was because of what I couldn’t do- revel in the sun, dig into forced enjoyment, take a day to just… be. My entire life my brain (moving fast, so fast it keeps crashing into walls and doors) and my body (being tackled under waves of illness and discomfort again and again) were fighting each other, a body that needed rest battling a mind that couldn’t comprehend the word. As I got older and more ambitious, burned myself out and revved myself up again and again, this only became more true. And everyone kept saying “just find a little space to chill.” Chill? Chill!? Whose got time to chill when there’s so much to do before we die!? My body is already failing me, I thought, so why give it any extra attention. Well, I stand corrected. I don’t know if it’s age, some ill begotten wisdom or falling into cohabitation with a partner who sees me in profoundly clear and gentle ways but suddenly Sundays look a little different. I (we) lie in bed for reasons other than my bones aching. We ponder in the grass. Sometimes hobbies are pursued. All with the understanding that come Monday, we can go as crazy as we like. Somehow, that lets me breathe. There is music coming from the other room, so I guess I’ll put my phone down and go. Happy Sunday
Ever since I was a little kid I hated Sundays- it wasn’t for the usual “oh no back to school” reasons (Monday is actually my favorite day of the week because everyone revs up and actually matches my level of week long anxiety). It was because of what I couldn’t do- revel in the sun, dig into forced enjoyment, take a day to just… be. My entire life my brain (moving fast, so fast it keeps crashing into walls and doors) and my body (being tackled under waves of illness and discomfort again and again) were fighting each other, a body that needed rest battling a mind that couldn’t comprehend the word. As I got older and more ambitious, burned myself out and revved myself up again and again, this only became more true. And everyone kept saying “just find a little space to chill.” Chill? Chill!? Whose got time to chill when there’s so much to do before we die!? My body is already failing me, I thought, so why give it any extra attention. Well, I stand corrected. I don’t know if it’s age, some ill begotten wisdom or falling into cohabitation with a partner who sees me in profoundly clear and gentle ways but suddenly Sundays look a little different. I (we) lie in bed for reasons other than my bones aching. We ponder in the grass. Sometimes hobbies are pursued. All with the understanding that come Monday, we can go as crazy as we like. Somehow, that lets me breathe. There is music coming from the other room, so I guess I’ll put my phone down and go. Happy Sunday
Ever since I was a little kid I hated Sundays- it wasn’t for the usual “oh no back to school” reasons (Monday is actually my favorite day of the week because everyone revs up and actually matches my level of week long anxiety). It was because of what I couldn’t do- revel in the sun, dig into forced enjoyment, take a day to just… be. My entire life my brain (moving fast, so fast it keeps crashing into walls and doors) and my body (being tackled under waves of illness and discomfort again and again) were fighting each other, a body that needed rest battling a mind that couldn’t comprehend the word. As I got older and more ambitious, burned myself out and revved myself up again and again, this only became more true. And everyone kept saying “just find a little space to chill.” Chill? Chill!? Whose got time to chill when there’s so much to do before we die!? My body is already failing me, I thought, so why give it any extra attention. Well, I stand corrected. I don’t know if it’s age, some ill begotten wisdom or falling into cohabitation with a partner who sees me in profoundly clear and gentle ways but suddenly Sundays look a little different. I (we) lie in bed for reasons other than my bones aching. We ponder in the grass. Sometimes hobbies are pursued. All with the understanding that come Monday, we can go as crazy as we like. Somehow, that lets me breathe. There is music coming from the other room, so I guess I’ll put my phone down and go. Happy Sunday
Ever since I was a little kid I hated Sundays- it wasn’t for the usual “oh no back to school” reasons (Monday is actually my favorite day of the week because everyone revs up and actually matches my level of week long anxiety). It was because of what I couldn’t do- revel in the sun, dig into forced enjoyment, take a day to just… be. My entire life my brain (moving fast, so fast it keeps crashing into walls and doors) and my body (being tackled under waves of illness and discomfort again and again) were fighting each other, a body that needed rest battling a mind that couldn’t comprehend the word. As I got older and more ambitious, burned myself out and revved myself up again and again, this only became more true. And everyone kept saying “just find a little space to chill.” Chill? Chill!? Whose got time to chill when there’s so much to do before we die!? My body is already failing me, I thought, so why give it any extra attention. Well, I stand corrected. I don’t know if it’s age, some ill begotten wisdom or falling into cohabitation with a partner who sees me in profoundly clear and gentle ways but suddenly Sundays look a little different. I (we) lie in bed for reasons other than my bones aching. We ponder in the grass. Sometimes hobbies are pursued. All with the understanding that come Monday, we can go as crazy as we like. Somehow, that lets me breathe. There is music coming from the other room, so I guess I’ll put my phone down and go. Happy Sunday
🎉 Feliz Cumpleanos Luis 💕 When I was 3 weeks old in downtown Manhattan, I had no idea a baby was being born in England (Winchester, no less!) who would rocket into my life- wearing a lime green polar fleece snood- and challenge so many of my beliefs about myself and the world with magical abandon. Everyone who comes into contact with you- creatively, emotionally, accidentally- is lucky. But I am the luckiest, because that snood is now in our shared chest of drawers. “The warmth of your love is like the warmth of the sun and this will be our year, took a long time to come..” Happy Birthday, Lulu @attawalpa 🎈🎂 😌🦝 ♾
🎉 Feliz Cumpleanos Luis 💕 When I was 3 weeks old in downtown Manhattan, I had no idea a baby was being born in England (Winchester, no less!) who would rocket into my life- wearing a lime green polar fleece snood- and challenge so many of my beliefs about myself and the world with magical abandon. Everyone who comes into contact with you- creatively, emotionally, accidentally- is lucky. But I am the luckiest, because that snood is now in our shared chest of drawers. “The warmth of your love is like the warmth of the sun and this will be our year, took a long time to come..” Happy Birthday, Lulu @attawalpa 🎈🎂 😌🦝 ♾
🎉 Feliz Cumpleanos Luis 💕 When I was 3 weeks old in downtown Manhattan, I had no idea a baby was being born in England (Winchester, no less!) who would rocket into my life- wearing a lime green polar fleece snood- and challenge so many of my beliefs about myself and the world with magical abandon. Everyone who comes into contact with you- creatively, emotionally, accidentally- is lucky. But I am the luckiest, because that snood is now in our shared chest of drawers. “The warmth of your love is like the warmth of the sun and this will be our year, took a long time to come..” Happy Birthday, Lulu @attawalpa 🎈🎂 😌🦝 ♾
🎉 Feliz Cumpleanos Luis 💕 When I was 3 weeks old in downtown Manhattan, I had no idea a baby was being born in England (Winchester, no less!) who would rocket into my life- wearing a lime green polar fleece snood- and challenge so many of my beliefs about myself and the world with magical abandon. Everyone who comes into contact with you- creatively, emotionally, accidentally- is lucky. But I am the luckiest, because that snood is now in our shared chest of drawers. “The warmth of your love is like the warmth of the sun and this will be our year, took a long time to come..” Happy Birthday, Lulu @attawalpa 🎈🎂 😌🦝 ♾
🎉 Feliz Cumpleanos Luis 💕 When I was 3 weeks old in downtown Manhattan, I had no idea a baby was being born in England (Winchester, no less!) who would rocket into my life- wearing a lime green polar fleece snood- and challenge so many of my beliefs about myself and the world with magical abandon. Everyone who comes into contact with you- creatively, emotionally, accidentally- is lucky. But I am the luckiest, because that snood is now in our shared chest of drawers. “The warmth of your love is like the warmth of the sun and this will be our year, took a long time to come..” Happy Birthday, Lulu @attawalpa 🎈🎂 😌🦝 ♾
Happy Father’s Day to the first great love of my life. You gave me a love of stories, a pounding work ethic, a totally inappropriate sense of humor, a passion for my all-alone time, a hunger for sweet potatoes and pink paint and woolly socks. You told me I deserved everything when I felt like nothing, and you made me believe there was a me-shaped hole in the world, even if it took awhile to find. Thank you for long talks every morning at 5am your time, long days by my side in the hospital, answering the door every time I lost my keys for like 27 years. Thank you for raising a family even though you could have spent a lifetime just dancing in that brain of yours but you danced with us instead. I still can’t believe you hand-sewed that mermaid costume (swipe to check the look.)
It was a distinct pleasure to interview my dearest @billiepiper, international treasure and whisperer of women’s truest secrets, about her devilish and wise new film Rare Beasts. For the last few months I’ve been directing Billz in Medieval costume, but she was lookin’ fly in leather and you can catch her in even more snappy looks on demand by streaming Rare Beasts and supporting female directors and twisted modern fairy tales. I love you Billie- you make me forget that this is a job when we are just whispering n’ giggling in a drafty corner 😍 🙌
It was a distinct pleasure to interview my dearest @billiepiper, international treasure and whisperer of women’s truest secrets, about her devilish and wise new film Rare Beasts. For the last few months I’ve been directing Billz in Medieval costume, but she was lookin’ fly in leather and you can catch her in even more snappy looks on demand by streaming Rare Beasts and supporting female directors and twisted modern fairy tales. I love you Billie- you make me forget that this is a job when we are just whispering n’ giggling in a drafty corner 😍 🙌
It was a distinct pleasure to interview my dearest @billiepiper, international treasure and whisperer of women’s truest secrets, about her devilish and wise new film Rare Beasts. For the last few months I’ve been directing Billz in Medieval costume, but she was lookin’ fly in leather and you can catch her in even more snappy looks on demand by streaming Rare Beasts and supporting female directors and twisted modern fairy tales. I love you Billie- you make me forget that this is a job when we are just whispering n’ giggling in a drafty corner 😍 🙌
The C Word is back for Season 4, babies, and we will never call you crazy- because we are fucking NUTS. This season we are delving even deeper into the psyches of some of history’s most notorious damaged starlets and sensual eccentrics- and you better believe we are setting the story straight. It’s very important to Alissa and me that you know that despite spending so much time behind the mic talking about the stuff we google, we are- quite simply- stunning. Never seen the sun, but stunning. Happy listening, you damaged butterflies, you shaky princes, you rotten queens. Link in bio to listen on @hearluminary
The C Word is back for Season 4, babies, and we will never call you crazy- because we are fucking NUTS. This season we are delving even deeper into the psyches of some of history’s most notorious damaged starlets and sensual eccentrics- and you better believe we are setting the story straight. It’s very important to Alissa and me that you know that despite spending so much time behind the mic talking about the stuff we google, we are- quite simply- stunning. Never seen the sun, but stunning. Happy listening, you damaged butterflies, you shaky princes, you rotten queens. Link in bio to listen on @hearluminary
The C Word is back for Season 4, babies, and we will never call you crazy- because we are fucking NUTS. This season we are delving even deeper into the psyches of some of history’s most notorious damaged starlets and sensual eccentrics- and you better believe we are setting the story straight. It’s very important to Alissa and me that you know that despite spending so much time behind the mic talking about the stuff we google, we are- quite simply- stunning. Never seen the sun, but stunning. Happy listening, you damaged butterflies, you shaky princes, you rotten queens. Link in bio to listen on @hearluminary
The C Word is back for Season 4, babies, and we will never call you crazy- because we are fucking NUTS. This season we are delving even deeper into the psyches of some of history’s most notorious damaged starlets and sensual eccentrics- and you better believe we are setting the story straight. It’s very important to Alissa and me that you know that despite spending so much time behind the mic talking about the stuff we google, we are- quite simply- stunning. Never seen the sun, but stunning. Happy listening, you damaged butterflies, you shaky princes, you rotten queens. Link in bio to listen on @hearluminary
The C Word is back for Season 4, babies, and we will never call you crazy- because we are fucking NUTS. This season we are delving even deeper into the psyches of some of history’s most notorious damaged starlets and sensual eccentrics- and you better believe we are setting the story straight. It’s very important to Alissa and me that you know that despite spending so much time behind the mic talking about the stuff we google, we are- quite simply- stunning. Never seen the sun, but stunning. Happy listening, you damaged butterflies, you shaky princes, you rotten queens. Link in bio to listen on @hearluminary
This powerful video by @melanie__field (directed by beloved @girlshbo crew member and *my* girl @shihanfey) is so beautiful and true and hopeful in the way it addresses body image, fatphobia and the magic of growing into yourself. Brava, ladies 🧁 Watch the full video on @melanie__field’s IGTV
Alissa and I can’t stop won’t stop talking about women that society deems crazy and who we deem FUCKING ICONS. You call it gossip? We call it historical research, bitches. So before the Season 4 premiere of The C-Word next Thursday 5/27, binge in the dark and tell your family it’s an intellectual activity. You’re not *technically* lying. As a “troubled starlet” who has made it out of the valley of Hollyweird and into the hills of Cozy Town, this subject is close to my heart but on a larger level I believe that by examining the way we shame and castigate women for not conforming to our dreams we can learn the truth about ourselves as a society. Also, Alissa just makes me LOL. So LISTEN UPPP
Alissa and I can’t stop won’t stop talking about women that society deems crazy and who we deem FUCKING ICONS. You call it gossip? We call it historical research, bitches. So before the Season 4 premiere of The C-Word next Thursday 5/27, binge in the dark and tell your family it’s an intellectual activity. You’re not *technically* lying. As a “troubled starlet” who has made it out of the valley of Hollyweird and into the hills of Cozy Town, this subject is close to my heart but on a larger level I believe that by examining the way we shame and castigate women for not conforming to our dreams we can learn the truth about ourselves as a society. Also, Alissa just makes me LOL. So LISTEN UPPP
Alissa and I can’t stop won’t stop talking about women that society deems crazy and who we deem FUCKING ICONS. You call it gossip? We call it historical research, bitches. So before the Season 4 premiere of The C-Word next Thursday 5/27, binge in the dark and tell your family it’s an intellectual activity. You’re not *technically* lying. As a “troubled starlet” who has made it out of the valley of Hollyweird and into the hills of Cozy Town, this subject is close to my heart but on a larger level I believe that by examining the way we shame and castigate women for not conforming to our dreams we can learn the truth about ourselves as a society. Also, Alissa just makes me LOL. So LISTEN UPPP
Brand new song & video from my ❤️ 💡 👑 @attawalpa and by gosh I believe he’s done it again. If you like ripped female superheroes, surreal avatar exploration and a general sense of mayhem mixed with groovy hope, then watch the video for Yellow Fingers and save the song wherever songs are saved. It’s so special- and nice green “knickers” my love, did not know those moves were in you 😂 😍🙌 🏍 🐘 🐇 🌊
