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06.01.26 | a new season



At the beginning of the year, I tried to move onto Substack because it felt important to be where everyone already is and where I have an easier chance at building an audience. But setting it up was really complicated, and overall Substack exhausts me. I think in part because of intimidation, but because it’s become such a ‘thing’. When I built my website, the beauty of posting here was that it felt effortless. Don’t get me wrong, it definitely took a lot of effort. But it was the kind of effort that’s easy to exert becuase it just kind of comes out of you, and it felt like my own place to put things in way that visually made sense to me. So Objective is staying decidedly here, my own grown-up Tumblr. 

But over the course of this year, I, like many people, have been having a sort of reckoning with internet. Increasingly I find myself operating with this sort of quiet but persistant exhaustion, which has lead to an almost unconscious avoidance of my phone and computer, and actively seeking out ways of researching, working-really being, offline. 

I took a break because I needed a break, and I spent a lot of time in California and dismantled much of the scaffolding of my life. And then a big thing happened that had needed to happen for a long time, and that thing was moving. 

But I’ve landed, softly, into an apartment with light that dances through through leafy vignettes across the living room rug in the morning, and a floor that’s so slanted my friend Lucas is custom-designing shims for my credenza so the drawers don’t fall out. I started a plate wall (more on this later), 

I’m also thinking about the inherent contradictions that form when you pick things up out of curiosity— without feeling the need to know why, or think about whether or not they’d be on someone’s Substack recommendation post. I don’t really go to the bookstore and buy anything without standing there and googling it first but I did before this trip, landing on Henry Miller’s The Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch and Big Sur, which found me at exactly the right place and time. Henry Miller, Dunkin Donuts coffee, and Anne Truitt don’t neatly fit into a carefully curated box or self-presentation, but maybe that’s not a problem.

In the spirit of suggestion, I built a sourcing service called On Call. Ask for help finding something via the form, and receive two options via email within 48 hours. 

Some of these things don’t have to do with anything, but I tried on a dress the other day at Bloomingdales and the saleswoman told me I had to buy it because until I have kids, it’s *my chapter* and now that logic applies to everything including this journal.  


    

Furniture For Thought

The perfect stool does exist and it’s in Paris.  
Stool by Axel Chay for Pradier-Jeauneau, 2024.
£1,800 | via Pradier-Jeauneau
EC8- Madeleine Games Table, by Necchi Architecture.
price on request | via Monde Singulier

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