People either ask me what the fuck this is or start pouring their heartās out about their private admiration for Hailey Bieber. My father thinks itās āa remarkable piece of designā 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 youāre forced to pick up this anxiety machine we are all tethered to, and this does the job. (I am also a devotee of Bailey Hikawaās sculptural cases, but when Iām on set I need to be able to pocket my phone so Iāll 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 youāre too old for. Dabbling in Gen Z culture (Tik-Tok drama, the girl group Katseye, Peachy Den booty shorts) keeps you spry and bemused.