We’ve all got our lists and oh-so-perfectly-curated Tumblr pages and Pinboards dedicated to things we like, lust and pine for with every little click. Well, this post is just showing that I put a little more effort forth in copying, dragging and pasting them into sexier packaging using a bootleg copy of Photoshop. You’re welcome, Internet.
Here’s what I’d drop my wad of student loan money on instead of paying back Every True Son. Yeah, they’re pricy. BUT SO ARE STUDENT LOANS.
Clockwise: mustard cotton sweater by NN.07; berry-colored motorcycle jacket with detachable sleeves by 3.1 Phillip Lim; rucksack by Archival; cotton blend T-shirt by Alexander Wang; suede and leather trainers by Maison Martin Margiela; fragrance by Odin; slim black denim by Acne; braided lash hook by Giles & Brother.
And the lucky dogs who’ll be scribbling their chicken-scratch on Christine Cover’s tremendous stationery are:
For those of you who didn’t win, check out Christine’s Etsy store. Easy gift idea, y’know? Don’t say we never did nothin’ for ya!
Until next time, friends.
You’re doing well, right? Great. Things are getting about to get a little better.
We love you and we want you to have rad things.
You know, to your friends, family, lovers and lovers that your friends, family and lovers don’t know about yet.
We partnered up with our friend Christine Cover to do just that.
A bit about her: Christine is a friend of ours from way back in undergrad who doodles and draws the quirky things that pop up in her brain. We spent many nights on her porch, bugging her and her roommates for home cooked meals. We picked up the booze; they cooked the meals. Most nights began with the preface of “I swear, we’ll do homework! I have a test tomorrow.” Yet, homework usually took the backseat. Long talks and banter took precedence as we presided over the the shenanigans on Wilson Street. Glory days, guys. #COLLEGE.
She’s a talented singer and songwriter, lovable friend, crafty artist and painter and the list goes on. When’s she’s not doodling, she’s traveling and singing. (See also: gypsy.) Currently, Christine is making cards under the moniker “Another Half-Eaten Sandwich” and pursuing an MFA in Art Education at the University of Missouri in her hometown.
Clockwise: “Ties of the Week,” “Penny Loafers,” “Fancy shirt,” “Moped,” “Bow Tie” and “Flask Me Anything!” postcards.
UPDATE: The watch below, worn by Cam, is a WWII-era Russian piece by Vostok. He found it for $30 on Etsy. Sadly, it has been lost…though he notes it didn’t keep very good time. YOLO.
Around the interwebs:
Around Chicago this weekend:
You don’t need a chaperone to walk into an Anthropologie.
You can do it all by yourself, man. And if you’re dragged into the store by your lady or mom, bite your tongue, put away your phone and take a peek around. Sure, it’s a white girl’s haven of Pinterest-worthy finds that she pins and pins and pins away at into the wee hours in the morning.
But they also carry a hefty amount of home and kitchen supplies with a quirky appeal that will surely bring all you snobby mid-century modern wankity wanks an upturned nose. Well, try on a beatnik hat for a change and embrace the wonderland. She could spend a while in a store, probably just as long as she could pinning and pinning and pinning away her imaginary bedroom.
We totally spend the same amount of time on fantasy football leagues, so I think we can take one for the team.
Being the quintessential friend of the quintessential Pinterest girl, I ventured into Anthropologie this past week and found a few things that you might like as well. I was actually looking for bed sheets and walked out with a candle. So, go figure this post was about to happen.
Of all the things I want or need (or think I need to want), the bottle openers catch my eye. For my first two months since relocating to Brooklyn, my bottle opener was a lighter. I just recently upgraded to a shitty four-dollar one from the local bodega. I also spent $26 on a candle and bought the one above.
Punch me or whatever, but then smell my room and you’ll find that it no longer reeks of gym clothes, stale air and seasonal allergies.