I went to Liljewalchs Spring Salon the other week, and the only piece I really fell for was this tribute to friendship and fanship; a trinity of the artist herself, Liv Melin (four times portrayed), Rihanna (three times portrayed) and the artist’s friend Nellie (three times portrayed). Ten figures. And on that note I just want to say, happy birthday Rihanna, with you love is always on the brain <3

I had a lovely weekend that included a birthday note from John Hodany, an artist whose work I really admire. He’s a mathematical mastermind who in his works, like a surgeon, mutates modules and moves cut-outs around with meticulous precision yet still creates something that feels organic, colorful, biological, fun. Here are two of my favorite paintings. Thanks life for being soft right now.

What excites me style wise these days is finding pieces from old collections that I haven’t stopped thinking about. I’ve often been preoccupied with Miuccia Prada’s thoughts and things from about a decade ago. And then, I was so struck by Nicolas Ghesquière’s debut collection for Louis Vuitton. I know every look like I know every word of an old Whitney Houston song.
When I find these looks in consignment stores my heart stops. If I buy, I like to think of it less like random shopping (which makes me feel so bad) and more like a hobby. Like I’m a collector. It’s nonsense, of course; it’s more like a drug. This is my lastest rush: look 18 from that collection.