People either ask me what the fuck this is or start pouring their heart’s out about their private admiration for Hailey Bieber. My father thinks it’s “a remarkable piece of design” and a colleague assumed it was an on-the-go lube. The point of an iPhone case, to me, is that it must bring pleasure all day long while you’re forced to pick up this anxiety machine we are all tethered to, and this does the job. (I am also a devotee of Bailey Hikawa’s sculptural cases, but when I’m on set I need to be able to pocket my phone so I’ll slap that back on come September.)
This case (lip gloss flavor vanilla, duh- it tastes like that edible body lotion Jessica Simpson made in 2003 and that I rubbed all over myself in case someone decided to finally kiss me on the shoulder or shin) reminds me that I also really recommend enjoying things you’re too old for. Dabbling in Gen Z culture (Tik-Tok drama, the girl group Katseye, Peachy Den booty shorts) keeps you spry and bemused.
