TIME HAS a strange way of stretching and compressing these days. After missing last week's Weekend Links, it feels like an eternity has passed—the days bleeding into one another like mascara in the rain.
P'S THIRD PLAYLIST was published this weekend, and I managed a quick late-night Sunday Letter, despite being caught up in a new project at the moment. Last week, I saw The Substance, a recently released film starring Demi Moore that left me unsettled and introspective.
IT'S TURNED DARK and chilly and wet suddenly, and everywhere, I'm reading that September is everyone's favourite month. It's definitely not mine, but the closer we get to winter, the more I give in to the cosiness of the changing seasons and let myself begin looking forward to the holidays, which, amazingly, is less than three months away already.
THIS IS the time for fiery mid-September sunsets, which you might have caught a glimpse of in our Instagram Stories, along with a few snippets of the past days and weeks of autumn in London.
FOR THE first time in a very long time, there were no Weekend Links last week. But there was a Sunday Letter, which explains why, and there was also a beautiful Autumn Mood Board to ease away these last days of summertime. The mornings now are crisp and there are already leaves on the ground.
LAST WEEK I was unable to send out the regular newsletter dispatch due to unforeseen circumstances. Instead, I sent a Sunday edition while remaining in a scenario not unlike a real-life version of Planes, Trains and Automobiles. Okay, I'm may be exaggerating a bit.
LAST WEEK I came across a thought-provoking quote by David Cain about work:
"But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours ... but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work."
P WAS telling me about a terrible tragedy involving an uber-wealth couple who had it all. He was in real estate, and she was an lifestyle influencer who ran an Instagram account showcasing their vast wealth, traipsing between Manhattan and the Hamptons, and their home in Miami.
WE DID a survey at our Weekly Newsletter a while back and a longtime reader left a comment saying, “I began reading This is Glamorous back in 2009! It was everything a blog could be: glamorous, romantic, dreamy, and chic.
Have you been watching the Olympics? We saw Nadal lose today, which was disappointing. While we haven't caught many events, we did watch the opening ceremonies on Friday night, which somehow feels like a million years ago now for some reason.
ON FRIDAY WE fit in all of summertime in a day. We pedaled to our favourite pub on the Thames and managed to find a much-coveted seat on the lower dock, right next to the water.
RECENTLY read an engaging book about the skin. In one particularly interesting section, the author described a colleague who had travelled to fashionable locations around the world to observe social behaviour.
LAST WEEK, I read about a woman who left her life in New Orleans behind and bought a one-way ticket to Paris. She's been roaming France, Italy, and now Scotland for the past two years. Lately, I've been stumbling across quite a few stories of people ditching their usual lives to run away to Europe.
THE TENNIS is on (as of today) and by some miracle, Emma is back on the grass. The Euros are still on, and I don’t really believe that I was meant to be watching this much sport. It will be a relief when it’s all over (the football, that is), but I am looking forward to the Wimbledon finals.
IT IS FINALLY and officially summertime! And it's been really hot. It's also the Euros, so there has been a lot of football on lately and P's been making marvellous food and snacks to go with the matches. As you know, I am a very girlie-girl, but as you may not know, I'm also very easy-going about watching sports with P.
