What if...a requiem for the Love Island babies?

Goo goo gaga please enjoy this caption contest I made from iPhone photos because Hulu no longer allows screenshots 🍼

Hello!!

I just got back from a two-day solo trip to Topanga Canyon where I mostly disassociated while looking at a dried-up creek, read a bunch of books, and walked to various health food stores to sample overpriced ice cream novelties. 

You’d think all of this chakra-resetting woo-woo-ery would scrub my mind free of Love Island content, but nope. The rot is deep in the foundation, baby! 

When I re-discovered the following photos I took during just a few minutes of “Love Island Baby Disco Dance Party” in my camera roll this morning, my initial instinct was to write a cheeky little 1500+ word essay on labor and gender and legacy through the framework of a vapid social experiment set inside an even more vapid social experiment universe. Or even to do some light Iain Stirling cosplay.

Instead, I’m choosing to let the “art” breathe sans commentary. Consider it a Rorschach test or a caption contest. 

This newsletter brought to you by:

• the eight other newsletter ideas I had while I was on my trip that were more overwhelming to tackle, pulling my focus onto this nonsense as a means of fleeing the daunting

• a Vosges x Grateful Dead “Dancing Bears in Space” chocolate bar, which I would rate a C-

• this piece about my crush Ekin-Su in The Cut