A coffee date with Coffee Order
Let’s catch up.
The past three weeks of my life have been action-packed.
I left the country, turned 25, got some freaky shoes, and tried to tap back into the cultural realm for which this blog was born from. The ethos of Coffee Order is talking about things that do not matter in the greater good of the world, but are really awesome ways to escape what’s happening, and matter deeply to me. Things like Vanderpump Rules, Pete Davidson, Girls, polarizing clothing trends—you know if you’ve been here since 2022.
Getting more personal on here this year has been a lot of fun and very rewarding. My writing is exponentially better because when talking about my own life, I never run out of things to say. I do think it’s time to touch base on some things. I’ve always been someone who has Hot Takes, and it’s important to never forget your roots.
What I’ve watched:
I have a bunch of T.V. I’d like to discuss with you all. The first being the most important—My Mom Jayne by Mariska Hargitay on HBO Max.
People (Jennifer Anniston) were raving about it on Instagram so I decided to tune in one night after I got home late from a work party. It’s one of the best documentaries I’ve seen in recent years, and when I try to think of a better one, I fail to. I was afraid that my love for Hargitay as Captain Olivia Benson would cause me to have rose-colored glasses, but my dad calling me after he watched in a similar state of tears should be the unbiased opinion you all need to sway you.
The next show I’d like to give a strong recommendation to is Too Much on Netflix. Obviously anything Lena Dunham does gets about ten gold stars from me, but this really did exceed my expectations. Meg Stalter is excellent, and the cameos from the Girls cinematic universe have me standing up and cheering alone in my apartment. There are so many Easter eggs for Girls lovers—Rita Wilson, driving food trucks cross state lines, Andrew Rannells, hipster-millennials, the list is truly endless. I‘m on episode 6, so don’t talk to me about the last 4 until I’ve issued the PSA that I’ve finished.
The timing of Too Much is serendipitous because we’ve been blessed with a world where there are simultaneous Alison Williams x Lena Dunham press tours occurring—Williams promoting Megan II and Dunham promoting Too Much. I saw some wet blanket on Twitter complaining about the Lena Dunham publicity increase recently, to which I say, grow up.
Hating on Lena Dunham is so 2019. Also PLEASE listen to her appearance on the Girls Rewatch Podcast, as someone who has been to a bunch of their local comedy shows in East Village basements to now seeing the creator of the most important work of our lives being in their guest chair is truly amazing.
I feel legally obligated to talk about this season of Love Island U.S.A. I am writing this on Sunday morning because I have plans to watch tonight and therefore cannot write, so this will seem outdated because I don’t know who the winners are yet. I have a good idea though and I’m not happy about it. If Nicolandria win, we literally never learned anything from the presidential election that just happened. I’m convinced everyone rooting for them on Twitter besides Coco Gauff is an AI bot used to spew propaganda and convince Americans that they’re meant to be. If you want a social media platform owned by one of the top three worst people on this planet to determine who wins things these days, fine. This is how I feel about it:
IRIS AND PEPE FOR LIFE.
Let’s talk about the state of fashion right now.
If you are one of my friends or family members who reads this to merely support me, and sometimes it seems like I’m speaking a different language, firstly I greatly appreciate you more than you know, your clicks mean the world to me, and secondly, I need to provide some context. In the last year, there have been about fifteen switch-ups of creative directors going to new fashion houses. Fall 2025 Couture and Men’s Spring 2026 back-to-back in Paris had some monumental debuts and endings:
Demna’s last Balenciaga show
Jonathan Anderson’s debut at Dior
Glen Martins’ debut at Maison Margiela
Michael Rider’s debut at Celine
Julian Klausner’s debut at Dries Van Noten
My favorite was definitely Celine. I was obsessed with so much about it—the boxer boots, the gold hardware, the knitwear layering. Rider has a lot of experience coming from Ralph Lauren most notoriously, so he knows how to play with logos and motifs in a classy way. He translated this idea from American to French seamlessly, and I can’t wait to see what more he does. I’m done with Demna’s Balenciaga era and I’m on the edge of my seat to what he does at Gucci. Jonathan Anderson tore but what’s new, you don’t need me to tell you that. Martins brought sculpture back to couture with his debut collection and it was truly fantastical, emotional, and at its core—Margiela.
More fun fashion news—the original Birkin owned by Jane Birkin herself was auctioned off by Sotheby’s on Thursday, going for around $8.17M to a Japanese buyer. I was really happy to hear that both Lauren Sanchez and Kim Kardashian lost. I’m blocking anyone who posts Lauren Sanchez content from here on out. Not just unfollowing, blocking. I might add her as a sensitive word for me on Instagram to block. This bag should not go to an American. We did nothing to deserve it. It’s a French company, French/British actress/icon, and levels of chic Americans could never match. We’re like the cousin with new money of the world, and it’s time we owned that.
A personal update: I finally got Vibram FiveFingers, and I couldn’t be happier to get freaky this summer in such a way that feels so wrong, but is so right. Ever since
wrote about them last year:
I’ve been chasing a pair. She was right when she said we would all be FiveFingered soon. Was I really going to spend over $100 on toe shoes? The heart wants what it wants, and sometimes, you need to let the heart win. They are not for your friends, they are not for your man, they are not for your mom, they not for your boss. They are just for you. And a shoe that’s just for you is the best shoe of them all. I ripped open the box and didn’t take them off for eight hours. I will not wear them on the first date I have this week, begrudgingly. I will be wearing them every other day, though.
It’s the summer of feet. The sexiest thing you could show off are your toes.
just wrote an awesome article for the NYT about this. also introduced a line of jewelry earlier in the year with AFLALO that includes a peverslely cool toe ring I’m salivating over.
It’s so exciting to dress how you want to dress and not care about what anyone else thinks. Deleting TikTok and unfollowing all influencers played a big role in this, I think. The people I follow are people who actually move the trend needle, people who don’t go to a Revolve gifting suite and then think they should be invited to sit frow at the Chanel show. The summer is the best time to do this, because at least for me personally in the winter, I’m dressing for warmth and not so much experimentation. I still want to be chic, but I’m not letting my freak feet fly.
Not to get deep on you all when talking about a very unserious pair of shoes, but I do feel like my recent free-spiritedness is a sign of something great. Both my psychiatrist and my best friend of 7 years told me I seem very chill and good recently. These are the two people who can speak on authority of my temperament perhaps better than anyone—one paid a gross amount, one underpaid a gross amount.
The last purchase I’d like to share with you all before diving into some of my favorite outfits I’ve styled (haha) recently is the Madhappy x Hello Kitty collab that I logged onto right at 11:55 EST on Friday like a fifteen year old boy trying to get his paws on a Supreme collab. My 9-5 is in the hype-drop industry, so being on the other end of it was very ironic. I came out victorious with this disgustingly-priced baby tee.
Not to pat myself on the back, but I’ve been doing a really great job of utilizing different pieces from my closet, coming up with combinations never-before seen. I’m also trying really hard to get my money’s worth of new pieces, like the Carla Fernandez things I got in Mexico City, and the Brooke Callahan things I got for my birthday. Both I’ve had a lot of fun with. Outfit details are below each:
Gap tank top, Carla Fernandez pants, Vintage Coach bag (linked similar), Saint Laurent Sunglasses, Archies flip flops.
Brandy Melville tee, vintage Fendi denim skirt (linked similar), Margiela Tabi Ballerina slip-ons, Etsy necklace.
Carla Fernandez top, Brooke Callahan Tie Pants, Archies flip flops, Kuromi Starface pimple patch.
Brooke Callahan Cuff Top, Urban Outfitters jeans from 10 years ago (linked similar).
Emily Dawn Long hat, Gap tank top, Amazon shorts.
Now, I will share some local spots I’ve been enjoying recently.
For starters, the bodega near my office makes really awesome iced coffee, thank god. I was a religious visitor of Bianco Latte in Williamsburg, only for them to close without any warning seemingly in the middle of the night. It left a massive hole in my heart. I felt abandoned. But the bodega picked me up, dusted me off, and handed me a cheaper, and more effective option. The last time I went, the cashier asked if I would dance with him to Adele one day. The answer was obviously of course. The future of my iced coffee is in his hands, he can have whatever he wants.
I went to Bar Madonna in Williamsburg after seeing a show at Second City on Friday, and it was really great. The vodka arancini is not to be skipped. Their drinks are also delicious. I didn’t love the meatball sandwich as much as I thought I would, it was kind of just an Italian burger. It got a 8.2 on Beli.
After, we got a nightcap across the street at The Commodore. I thought I was asking Eva to order me a margarita, but she came back with a deconstructed tri-shot assortment, one with tequila, one with lime juice, one with tomato juice, meant to resemble the Mexican flag. And a nightcap it was.
Last and certainly not least, I drunk-ordered Snack Wraps from McDonalds on the day of their return. They hit just as I remembered. Obviously I had them delivered even though I could throw a rock and hit the Delancey McDonalds from my apartment, however I was not prepared to endure the riffraff that was certainly happening there at 10 pm.
This was a very nice bye week for me as the summer is about to heat back up with plans and friends birthdays and other fun stuff. I’m paying $9 a month for Rocket Money to tell me how to become rich so those of you who read this and become concerned for my financial future after hearing about my shopping addiction need no fear. Talk soon, my dearests.
this brought me back to the original days of coffee order
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