Lena & Alissa by Leigh Ledare for Editorial Magazine.
Just a couple of nosy stretchy easily bruised dutchesses with a passion for sunsets and Keith Morrison…
Summer is for turning all your looks in one week and then wearing your soft pants for the next four- none of these are from today, or even the last week, but they happened and we got photos and that’s what really matters!
I guess this is just a little note to say that whether your summer is frozen margaritas in an infinity pool with a six pack on or beside you, or productive bed rest as you do deep research into the history of hysteria, don’t compare your July to anyone else’s- it’s a con! And yet, I want to show you my dresses.
Happy July, sweet ones. Summer Is Here
Summer is for turning all your looks in one week and then wearing your soft pants for the next four- none of these are from today, or even the last week, but they happened and we got photos and that’s what really matters!
I guess this is just a little note to say that whether your summer is frozen margaritas in an infinity pool with a six pack on or beside you, or productive bed rest as you do deep research into the history of hysteria, don’t compare your July to anyone else’s- it’s a con! And yet, I want to show you my dresses.
Happy July, sweet ones. Summer Is Here
Summer is for turning all your looks in one week and then wearing your soft pants for the next four- none of these are from today, or even the last week, but they happened and we got photos and that’s what really matters!
I guess this is just a little note to say that whether your summer is frozen margaritas in an infinity pool with a six pack on or beside you, or productive bed rest as you do deep research into the history of hysteria, don’t compare your July to anyone else’s- it’s a con! And yet, I want to show you my dresses.
Happy July, sweet ones. Summer Is Here
Summer is for turning all your looks in one week and then wearing your soft pants for the next four- none of these are from today, or even the last week, but they happened and we got photos and that’s what really matters!
I guess this is just a little note to say that whether your summer is frozen margaritas in an infinity pool with a six pack on or beside you, or productive bed rest as you do deep research into the history of hysteria, don’t compare your July to anyone else’s- it’s a con! And yet, I want to show you my dresses.
Happy July, sweet ones. Summer Is Here
I no longer ride life til’ the wheels fall off…
But I am gonna ride these hair extensions like I used to ride life 🤷♀️ ✌️ 💎
I no longer ride life til’ the wheels fall off…
But I am gonna ride these hair extensions like I used to ride life 🤷♀️ ✌️ 💎
I no longer ride life til’ the wheels fall off…
But I am gonna ride these hair extensions like I used to ride life 🤷♀️ ✌️ 💎
“Father’s Day is bullshit, it was invented to sell stuff”
-Carroll Dunham
“Are you going to put me on f*cking Instagram?”
-also Carroll Dunham
But I’m disobeying these two points, because nobody is worth celebrating on a “manufactured capitalist holiday” more than you, Papa. You who learned to sew just to make me a mermaid tail for the pre-school Halloween parade. You who spent endless hours drawing invented creatures and playing with Polly Pockets on the ground. You who picked me up from every sleepover I was scared at, even if it was 3am. You whose advice is tough but firm, whose laugh is hard earned and delightful. You who taught me hard work and diligence but is also always down to play hooky and watch bad TV for an afternoon, who spent every day I was in the hospital in a chair beside me, who refuses to let us wallow but understands when we do. You who lets me say “go off, grey haired king” and thinks it’s funny and once told me to “get out of my grill” when we were fighting. You’re the most philosophically rigorous goofball known to man, always willing to change your mind and always able to call bullshit. You are impossible to write about, really, because you’re so specific it winds up as platitudes. Everything good has been because of you, and nothing bad has been your fault 😂 In essence, you’re the reason fake holidays exist. We love you so much.
“Father’s Day is bullshit, it was invented to sell stuff”
-Carroll Dunham
“Are you going to put me on f*cking Instagram?”
-also Carroll Dunham
But I’m disobeying these two points, because nobody is worth celebrating on a “manufactured capitalist holiday” more than you, Papa. You who learned to sew just to make me a mermaid tail for the pre-school Halloween parade. You who spent endless hours drawing invented creatures and playing with Polly Pockets on the ground. You who picked me up from every sleepover I was scared at, even if it was 3am. You whose advice is tough but firm, whose laugh is hard earned and delightful. You who taught me hard work and diligence but is also always down to play hooky and watch bad TV for an afternoon, who spent every day I was in the hospital in a chair beside me, who refuses to let us wallow but understands when we do. You who lets me say “go off, grey haired king” and thinks it’s funny and once told me to “get out of my grill” when we were fighting. You’re the most philosophically rigorous goofball known to man, always willing to change your mind and always able to call bullshit. You are impossible to write about, really, because you’re so specific it winds up as platitudes. Everything good has been because of you, and nothing bad has been your fault 😂 In essence, you’re the reason fake holidays exist. We love you so much.
“Father’s Day is bullshit, it was invented to sell stuff”
-Carroll Dunham
“Are you going to put me on f*cking Instagram?”
-also Carroll Dunham
But I’m disobeying these two points, because nobody is worth celebrating on a “manufactured capitalist holiday” more than you, Papa. You who learned to sew just to make me a mermaid tail for the pre-school Halloween parade. You who spent endless hours drawing invented creatures and playing with Polly Pockets on the ground. You who picked me up from every sleepover I was scared at, even if it was 3am. You whose advice is tough but firm, whose laugh is hard earned and delightful. You who taught me hard work and diligence but is also always down to play hooky and watch bad TV for an afternoon, who spent every day I was in the hospital in a chair beside me, who refuses to let us wallow but understands when we do. You who lets me say “go off, grey haired king” and thinks it’s funny and once told me to “get out of my grill” when we were fighting. You’re the most philosophically rigorous goofball known to man, always willing to change your mind and always able to call bullshit. You are impossible to write about, really, because you’re so specific it winds up as platitudes. Everything good has been because of you, and nothing bad has been your fault 😂 In essence, you’re the reason fake holidays exist. We love you so much.
“Father’s Day is bullshit, it was invented to sell stuff”
-Carroll Dunham
“Are you going to put me on f*cking Instagram?”
-also Carroll Dunham
But I’m disobeying these two points, because nobody is worth celebrating on a “manufactured capitalist holiday” more than you, Papa. You who learned to sew just to make me a mermaid tail for the pre-school Halloween parade. You who spent endless hours drawing invented creatures and playing with Polly Pockets on the ground. You who picked me up from every sleepover I was scared at, even if it was 3am. You whose advice is tough but firm, whose laugh is hard earned and delightful. You who taught me hard work and diligence but is also always down to play hooky and watch bad TV for an afternoon, who spent every day I was in the hospital in a chair beside me, who refuses to let us wallow but understands when we do. You who lets me say “go off, grey haired king” and thinks it’s funny and once told me to “get out of my grill” when we were fighting. You’re the most philosophically rigorous goofball known to man, always willing to change your mind and always able to call bullshit. You are impossible to write about, really, because you’re so specific it winds up as platitudes. Everything good has been because of you, and nothing bad has been your fault 😂 In essence, you’re the reason fake holidays exist. We love you so much.
“Father’s Day is bullshit, it was invented to sell stuff”
-Carroll Dunham
“Are you going to put me on f*cking Instagram?”
-also Carroll Dunham
But I’m disobeying these two points, because nobody is worth celebrating on a “manufactured capitalist holiday” more than you, Papa. You who learned to sew just to make me a mermaid tail for the pre-school Halloween parade. You who spent endless hours drawing invented creatures and playing with Polly Pockets on the ground. You who picked me up from every sleepover I was scared at, even if it was 3am. You whose advice is tough but firm, whose laugh is hard earned and delightful. You who taught me hard work and diligence but is also always down to play hooky and watch bad TV for an afternoon, who spent every day I was in the hospital in a chair beside me, who refuses to let us wallow but understands when we do. You who lets me say “go off, grey haired king” and thinks it’s funny and once told me to “get out of my grill” when we were fighting. You’re the most philosophically rigorous goofball known to man, always willing to change your mind and always able to call bullshit. You are impossible to write about, really, because you’re so specific it winds up as platitudes. Everything good has been because of you, and nothing bad has been your fault 😂 In essence, you’re the reason fake holidays exist. We love you so much.
Today is this man’s birthday. He was born strong & wise, soft & talented, Gemini moody in just the way that I Taurus understand. Thank you to @almalauraartist for making him and to Lima & London for keeping him safe until I got there. I love you @attawalpa- more and more and more.
Today is this man’s birthday. He was born strong & wise, soft & talented, Gemini moody in just the way that I Taurus understand. Thank you to @almalauraartist for making him and to Lima & London for keeping him safe until I got there. I love you @attawalpa- more and more and more.
Today is this man’s birthday. He was born strong & wise, soft & talented, Gemini moody in just the way that I Taurus understand. Thank you to @almalauraartist for making him and to Lima & London for keeping him safe until I got there. I love you @attawalpa- more and more and more.
Today is this man’s birthday. He was born strong & wise, soft & talented, Gemini moody in just the way that I Taurus understand. Thank you to @almalauraartist for making him and to Lima & London for keeping him safe until I got there. I love you @attawalpa- more and more and more.
40 years ago today these kids got hitched. Ever since they’ve been moving the furniture constantly, trading off on long drives, arguing about when to employ overhead lighting and how many people constitutes a good dinner party, going to bed talking and waking up at 4am just to talk more (often directly outside a door where I am sleeping) and making art side by side. It’s because of them that even in the darkest moments I never gave up on the idea that I could find someone to walk through life with, and that when I did it would feel like meeting a friend. They’re parents who know when to push and when to hang back, when to meddle and when to say “okay, try it, see how it goes” (even if they see the writing on the wall and it’s not great.) They’re funnier than most comedy writers and smarter than many philosophers. They’re elegant and weird and tough and sweet. They will always be home, to each other and to me. Happy anniversary mama & papa ❤️
40 years ago today these kids got hitched. Ever since they’ve been moving the furniture constantly, trading off on long drives, arguing about when to employ overhead lighting and how many people constitutes a good dinner party, going to bed talking and waking up at 4am just to talk more (often directly outside a door where I am sleeping) and making art side by side. It’s because of them that even in the darkest moments I never gave up on the idea that I could find someone to walk through life with, and that when I did it would feel like meeting a friend. They’re parents who know when to push and when to hang back, when to meddle and when to say “okay, try it, see how it goes” (even if they see the writing on the wall and it’s not great.) They’re funnier than most comedy writers and smarter than many philosophers. They’re elegant and weird and tough and sweet. They will always be home, to each other and to me. Happy anniversary mama & papa ❤️
Happy Mother’s Day to the baddest bitch, boldest beauty and bestest pal a girl could dream of popping out the body of. Grateful every day I was plucked out of the cosmos and into your home. Thank you for always picking up the phone no matter the hour, being expert in case of emergency and showing me that the only way to go is through and on and on. You are many essays worth of genius and many sitcoms worth of funny. But mostly, @lauriesimmons, you are my moomy.
Happy Mother’s Day to the baddest bitch, boldest beauty and bestest pal a girl could dream of popping out the body of. Grateful every day I was plucked out of the cosmos and into your home. Thank you for always picking up the phone no matter the hour, being expert in case of emergency and showing me that the only way to go is through and on and on. You are many essays worth of genius and many sitcoms worth of funny. But mostly, @lauriesimmons, you are my moomy.
Happy Mother’s Day to the baddest bitch, boldest beauty and bestest pal a girl could dream of popping out the body of. Grateful every day I was plucked out of the cosmos and into your home. Thank you for always picking up the phone no matter the hour, being expert in case of emergency and showing me that the only way to go is through and on and on. You are many essays worth of genius and many sitcoms worth of funny. But mostly, @lauriesimmons, you are my moomy.
Happy Mother’s Day to the baddest bitch, boldest beauty and bestest pal a girl could dream of popping out the body of. Grateful every day I was plucked out of the cosmos and into your home. Thank you for always picking up the phone no matter the hour, being expert in case of emergency and showing me that the only way to go is through and on and on. You are many essays worth of genius and many sitcoms worth of funny. But mostly, @lauriesimmons, you are my moomy.
Happy Mother’s Day to the baddest bitch, boldest beauty and bestest pal a girl could dream of popping out the body of. Grateful every day I was plucked out of the cosmos and into your home. Thank you for always picking up the phone no matter the hour, being expert in case of emergency and showing me that the only way to go is through and on and on. You are many essays worth of genius and many sitcoms worth of funny. But mostly, @lauriesimmons, you are my moomy.
