Dear High Nooners,
Lots of excellent links in this week’s issue, so I didn’t want to miss out on sending it, even though it’s two days late. As for the Long Read, a series of questions, most without answers. Consider them musings of a week in midsummer.
There is great guest content planned for the next few issues, so I wanted something lighter this week. Thank you for continuing to tune in to and share High Noon with your circles.
It’s smooth sailing at High Noon under the summer sun!
xx SCREMES (Shawn)
The Roundup
Links to the stories you should be reading this week
Backed by LVMH, cult-fave Phoebe Philo plans to launch her own label. ✺ Wes Anderson’s The French Dispatch in no way departs from the Wes Anderson oeuvre, which is exactly why people loved it. ✺ The Trump camp launches an explicitly pro-MAGA social media platform. ✺ Fellow Substacker Paul Fletcher-Hill’s On Solarpunk is a delightful weekly treatise on the aesthetic. ✺ Balenciaga reimagines couture. ✺ Jack Taylor Lovatt’s drawings blend naivity, fragility, virility, and meloncholy. ✺ Poet Giulia Bencivenga transgresses. ✺ Martine Rose stay true to her OG weirdos. ✺ Dean Kissick advocates for a departure from society.
The Long Read
The week’s keynote story
Only going to read one thing? Read me. (Actually you should really read the links above this week.)
Tell me a story…
Do you feel the music? Do you know that energy? I learned about solar rays yesterday and felt myself slip one rung down toward insanity. We all saw that picture of Timothée and Tilda, right? The corpse flower was blooming last week and the people flocked to see its decaying grandeur which is kind of what people do isn’t it? If you’re reading this right now, tell me. Please. I keep making friends on the Internet and some days when the synthetic fabric is cool on the back of my bare knee it still feels like 2012. When I was in Los Angeles my friend with the new Mercedes drove me from the West Side to the East and back again to the beach. Bold driving is an attractive trait. I dance less than I should but I keep laughing. “Do you believe you have a soul? Do you believe you can change? What do you see when you close your eyes?” These are good questions. I had a teacher once who would say, “tell me a story,” and we would. Wouldn’t you like it if you could ask everyone to tell you a story? Do you know that feeling of hearing a sound and you swear it’s at the end of a long hallway, but actually it’s just in the same room? What’s your color of red?
Watch
An (un?)ironic evaluation of the Philo Effect.
Cheers
I toured a local gin distillery yesterday and was reminded there of the first time I’d ever sampled a cocktail with egg white, a rather mind-expanding moment. I was in London’s cringe-inducing trendy hotspot, Shoreditch, at a coffee shop-by-day/cocktail bar-by-night space and I ordered a Clover Club. And until yesterday, I hadn’t tasted one since. My oh my, what a rich treat!
2 ozs gin
1/2 oz lemon juice
1/2 oz raspberry simple syrup
1 egg white
Shake well with ice, strain into a coupe, and garnish with a raspberry.