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31. READ. LOOK. THINK.


My week in reading, looking and thinking. (Though truthfully those elevated activities only made up about 5% of my week, the rest was hideous admin and logistics related to moving house.)

READ: I wish I wrote this essay about Girls. |  “Where were all these critics who love unapologetic female self-revelation when my book came out,” asks Emily Gould. This week I’m rereading her book And the Heart Says Whatever. It’s very good. | God, the utter hilarity of Sophie Braham: her back operation; the Big Brother auditions. | être soi has posted a week of Mary Oliver poems.| On Hillary Clinton. Love her. | I loved this essay from Tommy on Finding one’s rhythm. I went through a similar recalibration last year when I started working from home. For me, time management is less of a problem than energy management. I try and do my most important work when I’m nice and alpha-wavy. | A good review of my old street in London, Broadway Market. (We’ve moved round the corner.)

LOOK: My five houses in four years! | My new pink study. | Trotski & Ash macaroni and cheese. | Meatballs. |  The Listening Machine. | A feminist DIY mirror project. | Still obsessed with Minna Gilligan’s GIFs. | In podcast news, I’m working my way through the archives of Slate’s Culture Gabfest. I like to get into things late so there’s a nice back catalogue to chew through. | Which is also why I’m revisiting, eight years after launch, the brilliant Australian TV drama Love My Way. I know a bad thing happens, but I don’t know which episode. I’m drawn in even thought I know it’s going to hurt.

THINK: On the Street….The Sartorialist | The history behind Berlin’s cheap rents. | Knowledge, power and “feminist” fashion blogs.

LINKNESS: My wrap up of the week’s top strategy + creativity + marketing reads on Nextness. (And here’s a few of my recent posts on Nextness, the work blog I edit: Is the internet making you sad? | On process. |  How we curate Nextness. | What is the New Aesthetic? | Why is no one commenting on our blog? | Introverts in ad agencies: a helpful guide.)

Magic powder.

The smallest room in our new house, not big enough for a bedroom, will be my study. And look at what colour it is now! (The paint is called Magic Powder.) I think some very serious work will happen in this room.

The dots.

1. Moving out of Richmond, Melbourne in 2009 | 2 – 4. Elizabeth Bay, Sydney (including the flat’s pet duck-geese; the view from my balcony) | 5 – 6. Majorca Building in the city, Melbourne | 7. The kitchen of my Northcote flat, Melbourne | And for now, but not much longer, 8. Broadway Market, London.

So happy! We’re getting the keys to our new house tomorrow! It will be my sixth move in four years; for a long time now, new flats have been even more of a measure of what my life is and how it’s changing than birthdays. What does this new one mean?! It doesn’t matter. It feels like home.

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.

So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.”