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True story: We sold the family silver so we could go to a Taylor Swift concert. (Don't tell our brother.) ✨✨✨ Remember a few months ago when my sister and I went through the storage unit of our mom's stuff, most of which we hadn't seen for about fifteen years? And remember how we realized we didn't want any of it, how we realized keeping stuff around us isn't the same as keeping our mom around us, so we let go of the stuff we didn't want so other things could come into our life? 🙏🔮 Well, a few days ago, Mele sold the family silver, and we were emailing about @taylorswift and HAIM. Mele realized that hey, we could probably make it to one of the last shows of Taylor Swift's 1989 album tour, a.k.a. Mele's dream concert. When your original #squad makes a wish, you make it happen. So I said, "Let's take our silver money and BLOW IT! On Taylor Swift!" Bam! We hopped online, found some good tickets, booked a last-minute hotel room and flights. 💥 Right this minute, Mele is flying from Hawai'i to St. Louis, where I will meet her tomorrow afternoon so we can see the second-to-last night of Taylor Swift's #1989worldtour on Monday night. Tuesday morning, Mele will head back to Hawai'i and @pau_restaurant and I'll head back to New York. 💖🙌 We think this is a fantastic idea, and if our mom were still alive, she would be all for it. The last concert Mele and I saw together was when our mom took us to see Amy Grant play in Honolulu in 1986. This is a picture of Mele and me with our mom, circa 1989, a few years before we lost her to breast cancer. Doesn't our mom look a little bit like T-Swift? We think so. Now, thanks to selling that silver, Mele and I are on our way to making some sweet memories that will last a lifetime. What's the use of keeping some fancy spoons sitting in a drawer when you could spend 20 hours rocking out with someone you love? #1989tourstlouis #1989 #1989tour #taylorswift #sisters 👯💖🎶
Hiiiii are you eatinggggg can I help with that make an airplane I'll catch it yuuuuuummm yay I found your dirty gym clothes hiiiiii snuggle time how do I jump on here here we go here we go here we go stomp stomp yaaay I'm here oh no I'm going back down bye hiiiii oh good you're still there I was scared is that chicken yaaaay, she says, her partially collapsed trachea warbling like a dragon's yawn. (Art & dog belong to @lucasstoffel) #thisbitch #dogsitting #spiritguide #boundaryissues #youcantelligrewupwithoutsidepets
A million years ago, Kate, Khaliah & I were in the same writing class at Sarah Lawrence. @khaliah & I would have Kate over to our house for "writing buddy" meetings, which consisted of a lot of margaritas & not a lot of writing. Years later, we had bi-weekly boozy writer brunches, where we brought in pages, swam in mimosas & kept each other accountable on our personal projects. The deal was that whenever any of us had a big success, we would go to Balthazar for brunch - because that was fanciest place I knew in 2006. When Khaliah got into Iowa and I had a play produced, we made good on our deal. And today, on Kate's pub day, I was more than thrilled to be able to wear our excellent vintage clothing while we had a champagne lunch at Balthazar, and answered tweets and replied to well wishes from an excellent center booth. It was just as famous as I had dreamed! #fansoftheimpossiblelife (at Balthazar)
Today I became a book auntie! It just so happened that I was in Park Slope at the exact moment when @kate.scelsa was going to see her new release, FANS OF THE IMPOSSIBLE LIFE, out in the wilds of the bookshelves at Barnes & Noble. The official release is Tuesday, 9/8, but some of these precious book babies are already on shelves & you should call your local bookstore & reserve a copy so that you can be an early adopter of this exquisite work. And yes, if I know you & I see your book out in the world, it's highly likely I will rearrange the shelves for maximum marketing effect. And then I will find an employee & say "Excuse me, the AUTHOR is here, can we sign these copies???"! #fansoftheimpossiblelife #FOTIL #yalit #ittakesacoven 🙏💖🙏 #bookshelfie #booksinthewild
Today I started my first full read-through of my draft, and it took me 2 hours to work up the nerve to begin. Mainly because if I started it, I'd have to ✨do✨it, like I said I would DO it, and also because there was a time when I thought maybe I'd never finish this draft, let alone another one, or another, and so on through all the things that make an idea turn into a reality. And isn't it safer to only stay in an ideas place, rather than go to the doing place? Isn't it nice to just cut pictures out of magazines instead of making things that could be in magazines? It's very nice to just buy the post-it notes you never use & scribble in the margins of other people's books. It's nice, the dreaming time, but now is the doing time. And then @khaliah brought me macarons from La Duree, and that was a treat, like using the pink pen @writerahaughton mailed to me to mark smiley faces next to the jokes I wrote that made me laugh. #amediting
Have you ever felt proud, as you were saying goodbye? Following the jazz band up the street, it was not just a funeral. It was a dirge for The Dove, certainly, a lament for over-commodification, and a moment of civil disobedience. The rent is too damn high, but you cannot lay us easily down to rest. We, dressed in black, marched past the new luxury building, to the park, where we released doves, then danced back to the bar. Later, I tore the velvet wallpaper off the walls as I left. I mean to make a keepsake of it. We come by this city hard, it is not easy to let it go. The paperwork might say go now, release gently, we are three times the size of you. But I have velvet corners of wallpaper that I ripped with my own two hands, eased from seam to seam, and it says lady, I'm sticking with you.
A Dirge For The Dove
The Dove is closing. Tomorrow.
When I heard the news that they were closing in just a few days, I had the odd feeling that I should stay away, like when you find out a friend is moving and you avoid them so you won’t have to confront the reality of saying goodbye. Besides, I didn’t want to be sad. The Dove is not a place where I’ve been sad. And can you really be friends with a bar, anyway?
Luckily, my sister had a baby, and so I could do what I love most: sashay into The Dove, a little too late in the night to be respectable, and have a good time with my people. Because the people at The Dove are always my people, even if we’ve just met. And while I toasted to my nephew, I thought about this:
They say you never want to visit a place, you want to visit a time, and that’s true. Living in New York is like getting a daily walking tour of your personal nostalgia. Here’s where I had my first date, here’s the bodega that’s now a store where I bought blueberries the summer I worked at that place, here’s where I cried in public when my grandmother died, here’s where that friend I no longer know had a birthday party, etc. In a place that constantly shifts, the memories are the only constants. And when you find a constant here, it concretes itself into your heart, an anchor in the majestic turbulence of this urban life.
I moved into this neighborhood eleven years ago. After college, I moved to Astoria, but when a friend asked my best friend and I to share a tiny apartment on Thompson Street, we said adios to Queens and sailed into Manhattan. Sex and The City had just ended, and we were ready to assume the mantle of upward mobility and glamorous living. Luckily, The Dove opened just a few weeks after we arrived, and it was the perfect spot for what I knew was going to be my now fabulous life. It was like me, fancy but inclusive. Champagne was a $1 more than a mixed drink, which led me to a spiritual awakening - my life would no longer be an unremarkable string of vodka-cranberries. My future, my destiny, was a life filled with bubbles. Hitch a ride and shoot straight to the top.
The first time I perched on a stool at The Dove, I met the owners, Jen and Hen. I thought they were so glamorous because they reapplied their eye shadow at midnight. They poured me and my best friend an extra glass of wine, on the house. “For the neighborhood girls,” they said. That’s when I knew our love was real.
I grew up in Hawai’i, and when people ask me why I live in New York, I joke that Manhattan is also an island. But really I want to describe the singular pleasure of toddling home in the predawn hours, of seeing streets empty but for a few barkeeps and stragglers, of knowing the everyone else had their fun but had to leave, and you don’t have to leave because you live here. And you’re good at it.
Which is why I will probably miss The Dove most. I won’t list all the parties I threw, or regret any of the hangovers. But I’ll miss coming whenever I please, training the newest bartender on my signature drink, telling anyone who comes in right before closing that I’ve rented the whole bar out just for myself, but I’ll allow them to stay.
This is the loss, then: They know me there. It’s a sweet kind of triumph to wrestle this city into a place where you feel like you belong, and like I asked my friend over text, “Where will I go now when good shit happens?”
The other day I saw this quote, “Just when you think you’ve figured out life, something has to change.”
So change has come, just when I thought I had figured it all out. I can’t visit all the versions of myself that I’ve been over the past eleven years, but a good number of those versions have held court at The Dove. And I am grateful for that. I might not have survived some days without it. It’s weird to say, but The Dove feels like a friend, and in some ways it raised me. So goodbye to my sweet friend. You are so precious to me. Thank you for our time together. You were the first place that made me feel like I could make it here.
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The von Hottie cocktail, invented at The Dove:
1 part St. Germain,
The rest prosecco or sparkling wine.
Add a lemon twist and a zest for life.
#gym birthday party with Buffin. This workout was themed "Princess Rescue Squad." I can scale towers, pull down gates, race across moats, and tear down castle doors. If you're a princess in distress, call the Princess Rescue Squad! We are princess-owned and fire-breathing-dragon approved! #tutu #workout #wotd #girlswholift
Offerings to myself in honor of tomorrow's Beltane Birthday. I was going to buy myself expensive eye cream, but then I decided turning 35 is not the time to let the patriarchy wipe away the emblems of my hard-earned wisdom. No! It is the time for potent sorcery! (But if you want to leave some La Mer on my altar, the goddess will totes accept it.) Pictured: rose quartz rings, black tourmaline, herkimer diamond, citrine, tulips, third chakra and reiki love candles, stroopwafels, sea salt caramels, and a priestess gown for dancing on exotic beaches under a full moon, just in case. H/T to @erinunleashes for the mystic guidance and @kresleycole's Dark Skye for the witchy and erotic inspiration. You're pretty. ❤️✌🏻🙏🏻#howtobeagaw2015 #sorcery #altar #beltane
#grownasswomen tip: act like you belong, and the forbidden "guests only" beach chair will be yours. Also, carry a romance novel, be in love with life. #howtobeagaw2015
#grownasswomen! I was so busy getting it done I forgot to post the theme for April! Whoops! With less than a month to go before my birthday, I am going to #getitdone...OR ELSE! That means you pick at least one thing you want to finish/take care of, and then you pick the "or else" - the terrible very bad no-good thing that will happen if you don't stick to your guns. My commitment: finish the #%*! draft of my novel that fell by the wayside whine my show was up... OR ELSE I have to get a job as a bank teller. (No offense to bank tellers, but I would make a horrible one.) So there it is, in writing. Now I'm accountable. What is your #getitdone...OR ELSE? #howtobeagaw2015 #gaw
#FirstDraught was so fun tonight! And yeah, this is probably one of the best things I've ever said.
Serving turban realness à la @elizabethtaylorplus & @kate.scelsa for the First Draught session tonight on building your author brand - even if you don't have a book out! Details at firstdraughtwriting.com. We are live in Google Hangouts at 8:30pm EST. #howtobeagaw2015
#grownasswomen unite! So excited to be joining the ladies of First Draught to talk about author branding, and how to build your brand even while building your first book. Join us LIVE tomorrow night or watch the recording. It's FREE like my love for you. All details at firstdraughtwriting.com. #writing #howtobeagaw2015 #branding #binders #ham
Happy Easter from tiny rebel me! Break eggs AND glass ceilings! I've been going my own way, deconstructing sh*t and not wearing pants in public since 1980! #flawless #easter #grownasswomen #howtobeagaw2015 #feminism #beyourownrevolution
Took myself on an #artistdate to CINDERELLA. I was the only person in the movie theater with a tiara AND a notebook. Fairly tales are my church so I had to take notes in case the universe spoke to me. 🙏 My review: 👸Lily James' princess hands & the waltz choreography were on point. They gave Helena Bonham Carter a great dress but not much else. I am pretty sure Robb Stark's eyes were brown when he was in scenes without Cinderella, and blue when she was present. Usually that's an author's rookie error when a hero's eyes are different colors in different scenes, but I'm guessing here Disney meant it as a visual metaphor for the transformative power of love. Cate Blanchett wins this movie, and everything. Also, a motif loses its power of you say it every 30 seconds of a movie. You can't make me have courage & be kind! You don't know me! That's just the patriarchy trying to talk me into surrendering my agency & letting other people make my decisions & wear my glass shoes!!!!! #cinderella #feminism #grownasswomen (at Regal Union Square Stadium 14)