Inhae Renee Lee has started the most charming and adorable weblog.
One day, Inhae opened the door to find that a milk tooth, lost from under her pillow as a child, had appeared at her door.
I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Benjamin Ferencz’s Selectism column points to the remarkable bespoke work of Freeman’s Sporting Club. FSC’s clothes are made from deadstock cotton, wool, and other unused materials from the 1950s and 1960s. Their works are built to last and designed to age beautifully.
Although that kind of custom tailoring is way over my paygrade, the select pieces available for sale at Refinery29 move FSC’s collection from the fantastic to the merely aspirational.
[Read: I'm not going to spend $300 on a sweater, but I wouldn't be afraid to try it on.]
Frederik Vercruysse seems to be all over my internet today and, while I usually avoid reposting ubiquitous content, I can’t avoid this one.
His pictures come through so well I can smell them.
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For the past two years I’ve found it a rare treat every time a new post goes up on Hi + Low, graphic designer Abby Clawson Low’s catalog of wonderful things. Her red, white, and blue compositions, love of office supplies, and use of clean, human layouts are endlessly charming.
Enjoy.
Also, she recently co-founded a ladies clothing line, Harvey Faircloth, with a pretty hot vintage-inspired collection.
Our tumble dryer shuddered to a halt last week and, while it’s pain in the ass to return to the coin-op lifestyle, I love laundromats.
The brushed aluminum, the four aging layers of linoleum, the smell of Downey freshness—it’s the perfect reading environment.
The Kwik Wash gets double points for an ice-cream sandwich vending machine and an arcade cabinet named “Video Game Fun” decorated with a hand-scrawled skull & bones.
