I fucked Oscar the Grouch and all I got was this lousy coat. He said I was pretty. In a trashy kinda way.
PS I’ve decided to continue smoking as an act of radical acceptance that looks are ephemeral. I’ll be hanging out at the finish line, cigarette in hand, ready to compare laugh lines. Mine will be deeper than yours.
(Shirt by me. DM for price. 🫖☕️)
I fucked Oscar the Grouch and all I got was this lousy coat. He said I was pretty. In a trashy kinda way.
PS I’ve decided to continue smoking as an act of radical acceptance that looks are ephemeral. I’ll be hanging out at the finish line, cigarette in hand, ready to compare laugh lines. Mine will be deeper than yours.
(Shirt by me. DM for price. 🫖☕️)
I fucked Oscar the Grouch and all I got was this lousy coat. He said I was pretty. In a trashy kinda way.
PS I’ve decided to continue smoking as an act of radical acceptance that looks are ephemeral. I’ll be hanging out at the finish line, cigarette in hand, ready to compare laugh lines. Mine will be deeper than yours.
(Shirt by me. DM for price. 🫖☕️)
I fucked Oscar the Grouch and all I got was this lousy coat. He said I was pretty. In a trashy kinda way.
PS I’ve decided to continue smoking as an act of radical acceptance that looks are ephemeral. I’ll be hanging out at the finish line, cigarette in hand, ready to compare laugh lines. Mine will be deeper than yours.
(Shirt by me. DM for price. 🫖☕️)
As the Polaroids came into view, Tuesday realized she could’ve done better than Jeff. “He knew it too” she said out loud as she poured herself an afternoon chardonnay. A plumber was there to fix the kitchen sink. He turned to her. “Not you,” she said. He went back to twisting valves, grunting like he had asthma or was too tired to work. She sipped her drink and thought about his wife. Was she satisfied by this? Lately she’d been fantasizing about going bar hopping with a girlfriend, living it up before gleefully driving off a cliff together. “Maybe this guy’s wife is interested…” she said. The plumber turned to her again. Briefly this time. Tuesday knew that look. The look that a bewildered man gives when he’s decided she’s a wack job. Just then, she noticed that his ass crack was showing. A plumber with plumber’s butt. She laughed hard at the absurdity of it, leaning into the wack job thing. But perhaps it was a sign. If plumbers really do have plumber’s butt, then she, the unhappy housewife, could leave dinner in the microwave and walk out. She could drive a convertible with a silk scarf around her head, holding hands with her best friend, the plumber’s wife, as they head for Mexico.
Pics @andrewtess
Face @missguynyc
Head #seanbennett
As the Polaroids came into view, Tuesday realized she could’ve done better than Jeff. “He knew it too” she said out loud as she poured herself an afternoon chardonnay. A plumber was there to fix the kitchen sink. He turned to her. “Not you,” she said. He went back to twisting valves, grunting like he had asthma or was too tired to work. She sipped her drink and thought about his wife. Was she satisfied by this? Lately she’d been fantasizing about going bar hopping with a girlfriend, living it up before gleefully driving off a cliff together. “Maybe this guy’s wife is interested…” she said. The plumber turned to her again. Briefly this time. Tuesday knew that look. The look that a bewildered man gives when he’s decided she’s a wack job. Just then, she noticed that his ass crack was showing. A plumber with plumber’s butt. She laughed hard at the absurdity of it, leaning into the wack job thing. But perhaps it was a sign. If plumbers really do have plumber’s butt, then she, the unhappy housewife, could leave dinner in the microwave and walk out. She could drive a convertible with a silk scarf around her head, holding hands with her best friend, the plumber’s wife, as they head for Mexico.
Pics @andrewtess
Face @missguynyc
Head #seanbennett
As the Polaroids came into view, Tuesday realized she could’ve done better than Jeff. “He knew it too” she said out loud as she poured herself an afternoon chardonnay. A plumber was there to fix the kitchen sink. He turned to her. “Not you,” she said. He went back to twisting valves, grunting like he had asthma or was too tired to work. She sipped her drink and thought about his wife. Was she satisfied by this? Lately she’d been fantasizing about going bar hopping with a girlfriend, living it up before gleefully driving off a cliff together. “Maybe this guy’s wife is interested…” she said. The plumber turned to her again. Briefly this time. Tuesday knew that look. The look that a bewildered man gives when he’s decided she’s a wack job. Just then, she noticed that his ass crack was showing. A plumber with plumber’s butt. She laughed hard at the absurdity of it, leaning into the wack job thing. But perhaps it was a sign. If plumbers really do have plumber’s butt, then she, the unhappy housewife, could leave dinner in the microwave and walk out. She could drive a convertible with a silk scarf around her head, holding hands with her best friend, the plumber’s wife, as they head for Mexico.
Pics @andrewtess
Face @missguynyc
Head #seanbennett
As the Polaroids came into view, Tuesday realized she could’ve done better than Jeff. “He knew it too” she said out loud as she poured herself an afternoon chardonnay. A plumber was there to fix the kitchen sink. He turned to her. “Not you,” she said. He went back to twisting valves, grunting like he had asthma or was too tired to work. She sipped her drink and thought about his wife. Was she satisfied by this? Lately she’d been fantasizing about going bar hopping with a girlfriend, living it up before gleefully driving off a cliff together. “Maybe this guy’s wife is interested…” she said. The plumber turned to her again. Briefly this time. Tuesday knew that look. The look that a bewildered man gives when he’s decided she’s a wack job. Just then, she noticed that his ass crack was showing. A plumber with plumber’s butt. She laughed hard at the absurdity of it, leaning into the wack job thing. But perhaps it was a sign. If plumbers really do have plumber’s butt, then she, the unhappy housewife, could leave dinner in the microwave and walk out. She could drive a convertible with a silk scarf around her head, holding hands with her best friend, the plumber’s wife, as they head for Mexico.
Pics @andrewtess
Face @missguynyc
Head #seanbennett
As the Polaroids came into view, Tuesday realized she could’ve done better than Jeff. “He knew it too” she said out loud as she poured herself an afternoon chardonnay. A plumber was there to fix the kitchen sink. He turned to her. “Not you,” she said. He went back to twisting valves, grunting like he had asthma or was too tired to work. She sipped her drink and thought about his wife. Was she satisfied by this? Lately she’d been fantasizing about going bar hopping with a girlfriend, living it up before gleefully driving off a cliff together. “Maybe this guy’s wife is interested…” she said. The plumber turned to her again. Briefly this time. Tuesday knew that look. The look that a bewildered man gives when he’s decided she’s a wack job. Just then, she noticed that his ass crack was showing. A plumber with plumber’s butt. She laughed hard at the absurdity of it, leaning into the wack job thing. But perhaps it was a sign. If plumbers really do have plumber’s butt, then she, the unhappy housewife, could leave dinner in the microwave and walk out. She could drive a convertible with a silk scarf around her head, holding hands with her best friend, the plumber’s wife, as they head for Mexico.
Pics @andrewtess
Face @missguynyc
Head #seanbennett
As the Polaroids came into view, Tuesday realized she could’ve done better than Jeff. “He knew it too” she said out loud as she poured herself an afternoon chardonnay. A plumber was there to fix the kitchen sink. He turned to her. “Not you,” she said. He went back to twisting valves, grunting like he had asthma or was too tired to work. She sipped her drink and thought about his wife. Was she satisfied by this? Lately she’d been fantasizing about going bar hopping with a girlfriend, living it up before gleefully driving off a cliff together. “Maybe this guy’s wife is interested…” she said. The plumber turned to her again. Briefly this time. Tuesday knew that look. The look that a bewildered man gives when he’s decided she’s a wack job. Just then, she noticed that his ass crack was showing. A plumber with plumber’s butt. She laughed hard at the absurdity of it, leaning into the wack job thing. But perhaps it was a sign. If plumbers really do have plumber’s butt, then she, the unhappy housewife, could leave dinner in the microwave and walk out. She could drive a convertible with a silk scarf around her head, holding hands with her best friend, the plumber’s wife, as they head for Mexico.
Pics @andrewtess
Face @missguynyc
Head #seanbennett
Ma’am, I love your daughter. And I’m deeply invested in loving her until she loves herself. Tonight, Im gonna watch her eat chocolates until she’s good and satisfied. Then im gonna make out with her. With the chocolates still in her mouth. No ma’am, with all due
respect, I’m not late.
I’m right on time.
If anyone wants me to come to their birth and PLAY a doula I think that would be really fun and a great surprise present from a non-pregnant partner.
@lifeandbethhulu premieres really soon on @hulu
If anyone wants me to come to their birth and PLAY a doula I think that would be really fun and a great surprise present from a non-pregnant partner.
@lifeandbethhulu premieres really soon on @hulu
Last night @maisonvalentino took a risk and invited me to their party at the @mercerhotel (which, back in the early 2000s, was a favorite place to pregame.) They dressed me and even paid people to give me a good scrub down. I could tell by the grimaces and sweaty foreheads that it wasn’t an easy job but, the results were fantastic! ❤️🌹🎀
Face @yumi_mori
Head @_andrewcchen_
Oh and I met this (for now) nameless tall drink of water who is a dance doctor! Basically.
Last night @maisonvalentino took a risk and invited me to their party at the @mercerhotel (which, back in the early 2000s, was a favorite place to pregame.) They dressed me and even paid people to give me a good scrub down. I could tell by the grimaces and sweaty foreheads that it wasn’t an easy job but, the results were fantastic! ❤️🌹🎀
Face @yumi_mori
Head @_andrewcchen_
Oh and I met this (for now) nameless tall drink of water who is a dance doctor! Basically.
Last night @maisonvalentino took a risk and invited me to their party at the @mercerhotel (which, back in the early 2000s, was a favorite place to pregame.) They dressed me and even paid people to give me a good scrub down. I could tell by the grimaces and sweaty foreheads that it wasn’t an easy job but, the results were fantastic! ❤️🌹🎀
Face @yumi_mori
Head @_andrewcchen_
Oh and I met this (for now) nameless tall drink of water who is a dance doctor! Basically.
Last night @maisonvalentino took a risk and invited me to their party at the @mercerhotel (which, back in the early 2000s, was a favorite place to pregame.) They dressed me and even paid people to give me a good scrub down. I could tell by the grimaces and sweaty foreheads that it wasn’t an easy job but, the results were fantastic! ❤️🌹🎀
Face @yumi_mori
Head @_andrewcchen_
Oh and I met this (for now) nameless tall drink of water who is a dance doctor! Basically.
An earring so good it deserves what we call in the biz a “static” post. Thank you @1concept_official One day I’m gonna wear these with a dress and everything.
An earring so good it deserves what we call in the biz a “static” post. Thank you @1concept_official One day I’m gonna wear these with a dress and everything.
We went to the Bahamas and all we got were these pictures.
We went to the Bahamas and all we got were these pictures.
AVAILABLE (t-shirt)
Eckhaus Latta pics of me. So many screen savers to choose from! @eckhaus_latta
“thank god for cigarettes” is the name of a song that @lolakirke and I CO-WROTE, as in written equal parts by me and equal parts by her. Here’s a BTS video of me clearly contributing.
(Link to full tune in my bio)
