thing #69
iPad kid
On this content-rich posthumous Cyber Week, Matthieu Blazy’s Chanel in the Bowery subway, Spotify Wrapped Wednesday, I’m not going to write about that holiest of trinities.
I’m not going to write about the marketing for Marty Supreme1.
I don’t feel inclined to write about Robert Irwin winning the mirror ball, or Whitney Leavitt becoming Roxie Hart.
I’m not writing about the insane Fluke a la Plancha that I had for dinner last night at Casa Mono, and I’m definitely not going to write about Vanity Fair’s Guys Hanging Out Watching YouTube (even though it’s basically all I’ve thought about since premiered).
I’m not going to write about Wicked: For Good, or Nectarhouse Season 2, or Stranger Things 5 Volume 1.
I could write about the dark denim and leather Abercrombie x Kemo Sabe jeans that I spotted last week on Newbury Street. And I almost did. But instead, this week’s Thing is my brand new, 11-inch, Black Friday special, hot pink iPad.
I’m an iPad kid now. My Amtrak seatmate was visibly jealous2 of my evening train setup: ‘Pad propped up, show on.
All that’s left for world domination is acquisition of the Apple Pencil. WARNING: you may be subjected to some extremely rudimentary graphics once my wand is chosen.
Happy December!
MARTY SUPREME CHRISTMAS DAY MARTY SUPREME CHRISTMAS DAY
He didn’t care if I lived or died!