PHOTO BY CHRISTINE HAN
What are you up to this weekend? We’re excited to announce that our second Alex Mill collaboration launches this Tuesday! (Our first collaboration was a year ago.) We created a piece we’ve always wanted and hope you’ll love. Sign up here, if you’d like a head’s up. Meanwhile, have a good weekend, and here are a few fun links from around the web…
Are you watching the new HBO show White Lotus? The teenagers are the best part.
This title made me laugh.
How cute are these shoes for date nights?
A dramatic London before-and-after.
16 pieces of advice for my college-bound daughter. “Always drink two drinks fewer than you think you want to. You will get more joy out of life if you are alert to it, before that second-to-last drink, when the evening gets slurred. If you drink too much, you lose those lovely, wild moments. You basically miss them. If you master the art of getting just-the-right-amount drunk, you will have more fun.”
PEN15 is releasing an animated special about a family trip to Florida.
Plus, three reader comments:
Says Sasha on 10 readers share their habits: “A few years ago, at age 45, I found myself stressed and completely worn out. I was having panic attacks. Because I felt weak, in every way, I started doing pushups. The first day, I could do two. Every few days, I’d try to add one or two. They were HARD. But because I didn’t ever push too hard, I kept going. I’d split them up throughout my day; and whenever I felt panicky, I dropped and did some. They helped! Tremendously. By the end of the year, I was doing a hundred. A HUNDRED A DAY! It was astonishing. I never skipped a day. Now, I do 200, day in, day out. As of August 4th, I’d done 43,200 this year. What I’ve learned: we are capable of a lot, when we start small and just don’t quit. Pushups are as much a part of my life now as brushing my teeth. Am I ripped now? You better believe it! And mentally I feel more capable, stronger and able to handle hard things. I’m so proud of me.”
Says HA on the perks of living alone: “My significant other and I have a trick for deciding issues we are divided on: the ‘who cares more?’ rule. If A would like a particular choice, but B would be devastated by not getting their choice, you go with B. It allows us to put the person’s feelings about the choice front and center. I am constantly surprised at what choices we each were okay giving up (room arrangements/choice of bookshelf) and which ones we had to have our way with (dishwasher loading/sheets)!
Says Kat on summer pleasures: “Eating dinner at the pool snack bar. WHOA that’s hot shit as a nine-year-old, and my mom surely felt the same way to not have to deal with dinner.”