my ins and outs for 2024
bring back finger-banging, death to performative cunnilingus
in for 2024
emotional vulnerability
finger-banging
car boot sales
cleavage
colourful tights
intuitive eating
cigarettes
opulence + luxury
analogue everything
social media detoxes
art for art’s sake
saying “I love you” (even if they might not say it back)
DIY accessories
active listening
regency-core; puffy white shirts, corset tops, ruffs, pearls
saying “no” (even when it might upset someone)
Yorgos Lanthimos
banquets
tooth gems
the collective
out for 2024
“the grind”
playing it cool
calling hot women’s boyfriends ugly (sad to see this one go, but we must move on)
pestilence
BBLs
“gentle living” (is just rebranded “clean girl” aesthetic)
homeware inspired by the female form
the Protestant Work Ethic
disposable vapes
asana boards
men, unprompted, announcing that they “love eating pussy”
discourse for the sake of discourse
picking my nails
Depop (and its “girlies”)
small plates + natural wines (millennial fads)
“quiet luxury”
Wes Anderson
Gen Z nihilism
veganism
the individual
for an aesthetic tour de’ 2024, see my pintrest board: https://pin.it/5Xfgtrl
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2023 has been a bit of a stinker. I entered the year detached from myself and reality, repressing as much as I could from the previous year. 2023 has been about taking the fragments of myself and piecing them back together.
I finally caved to the wishes of every medical professional I’d spoken to and went on medication in February. After a gruelling three-month adjustment period, sertraline did eventually start to work its magic.
I enjoyed a very sunny (very expensive) summer in London, hopping between beer gardens and rooftop bars, revelling in the company of friends. Autumn arrived and it all came crashing down. I didn’t think I’d make it. I don’t know why.
I lost my cat, Stanley. I lost my Nan. Two infinite sources of joy and love and light in my life were suddenly no more. I miss them.
I survived. And I will continue to do so.
Here’s to 2024, to healing and to adventure.