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We Did a Thing : Margaritaville
Rachel Antonoff X Little Spoon
In collaboration with Little Spoon, our very first Baby Puffer features a fully reversable design in our iconic pasta and radish prints, plus a few kids-only special touches.
Romance Novel, Depression Nap Delight
Jellybean flips her pillow to the cool side; fourteen straight hours of lying prone, sighing wistfully at the reflection mirrored back to her in the dormant black screen of her cell phone, had rendered its 400 thread count silk damp and steamy. She plucks the cold metal rectangle from where it rests atop her nightstand and taps it awake, still nothing. Not from him, not from anyone. Another sigh as she tucks it under her pillow and drifts off to a fitful sleep.
He comes to her in a dream, pants down (she surreptitiously checks his underpants for skid marks; there aren’t any this time, thank god, what a fucking loser) and apologetic, begging for her forgiveness, despite his burgeoning boner.
“I’m sorry I wouldn’t ever kiss you on the mouth.”
“I’m sorry I referred to you as a ‘situationship’ in front of my friends.”
“I’m sorry I forgot to return your many calls or text you back for the last three weeks even though you’ve seen me actively posting on Instagram like every single day.”
She smiles and beckons him to join her beneath the fluffy duvet. It’s kinda hard to be mad at a man who is…kinda hard? They put their past issues literally behind them: that time he didn’t bring enough money to pay for his half of dinner, that scorned ex-lover who ran up on them at the movies that he tried to play off as his sister, those titties that popped up on his phone when he thought she wasn’t looking that Jellybean knew didn’t belong to her—all temporarily expelled from her mind by his repeated thrusts into her from the rear, her insides exploding like holiday fireworks as she climaxes.
Jellybean awakens with a gasp, sweaty and panting, looking desperately around the room for the man from her dream. He wasn’t a ghost, but she’s just been ghosted.
Romance Novel, Hard In The Garden
There was so much fucking zucchini. She didn’t even like zucchini–it was like a character actor, she thought, cast in whatever recipe only to prove a certain high-brow appreciation of the strange–but she had to admit there was something appealing about the vine’s voracious appetite, its casual entitlement to the nutrient-laced soil. Blossom-tipped tendrils sprawled across the plot. They wound their way toward the ropey, sweat-anointed forearms of 4pm Tuesday.
“Choke me like I’m a seedling carrot root,” she thought.
“Could you pass me that spade, please?” she said.
4pm Tuesday smiled and it was spring inside her, shoots and buds and blooms. He rose from his rapacious tangle of zucchini. He’d just plucked one from the patch, girthy and dappled with droplets of moisture. He held it like he owned it. “I’ve seen you here before, right?”
She’d seen him first. It had been through the wrought iron fence, from the sidewalk. The community garden was ostensibly for her–she bagged her dog’s shit and took out her recycling on time, how much more community could she be?–but the lush oasis a few doors down from her apartment felt like another planet. The community garden was for stay-at-home moms who sought fulfillment between pilates and interior decorating parties; for the sticky, privileged little hands of Montessouri school children; for finance guys honing their anger management skills. But then, one day, she bent to collect a steaming turd from the sidewalk, and there was 4pm Tuesday. He was handsome, yes, but it was something else that had stopped her: the magnetic tension between control and care. When he cupped a tomato in his palm to appraise its ripeness, he knew exactly how hard to squeeze it so that it resisted, but didn’t burst. She’d watched him through the gates, a metallic tang in her mouth–lust, as ancient as the creation of humankind. As ancient as dirt. Then she had walked home, masturbated furiously, and googled “easiest garden plants.”
She took the spade, letting her fingers linger on his. “Cleave my damp soil with your throbbing spade,” she thought. “Let the ground tremble with lust and part beneath your blade. Tunnel through me until you hit the root of all desire. Let's do that wheelbarrow pose I saw in Cosmo as a teen.”
“Thank you,” she said. And then, “Zucchini's pretty greedy, huh?”
“The trick is to work with the hunger." He took her free hand in his, and firmly but gently pushed her fingers into the soil. It was damp and warm from the sun. “Keep the soil moist. Find the right partner for the bed.” She photosynthesized under his gaze. She felt herbaceous.
“Don’t be afraid to give something what it wants,” he said. She didn't care if she overwatered her first crop of green garlic. It was going to be a great harvest.
Romance Novel, Diving For Her Pearl
Chapter three of the RA Romance Novel Appreciation Club is here and is it ever a humdinger! Our almost-too-hot cover stars are two of my dearest friends, Mae Whitman and Miles Heizer. I’ve been forcing these two in front of the camera for roughly 15 years and miraculously have not driven them away entirely. Mae has graced the pages of many a lookbook and they both starred in our Spring 2014 video, which was the story of how my parents met.
Romance Novel, Need For Steed
Chapter two of the RA Romance Novel Appreciation Club is brought to you by Katherine Bernard "KB" Olsen who is not only a sensational writer, but also one of the models for this very cover! The scorching hot "Need For Steed" cover features KB and her wife of just a few months, Lily Olsen.
Romance Novel, Grapes of Ass
Who doesn't love an Oedipal nightmare?! Just tickled (sorry) to be kicking off our Romance Novel Book Club with my very own parents, in heat and under the title Grapes of Ass.
paola velez's toast panna cotta recipe
Paola Velez, Esquire Pastry Chef of the Year, James Beard Foundation finalist, and co-founder of Bakers Agains Racism Shares Her Luscious Paola Fancy Toast Panna Cotta Recipe, The Perfect Pairing For Rachel Antonoff's Peri Dress, in Sliced Bread, obviously.
courtney storer's spaghetti basil tomato recipe
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
We highly recommend loitering at the Brentwood Jon & Vinny's from lunch through dinner on a summer Friday. On one such Friday, we enjoyed three consecutive meals at the place. You never know who you might see (like, Fran Drescher) or or what strain of salt-sprinkled melon might enchant your tongue (like, cantaloupe). While there are many elements of chance at play when you choose to cross Jon & Vinny's threshold, you can be pretty sure that you'll encounter "Chef," or the-woman-the-myth-the-legend Courtney Storer, somehow both all business and all smiles at once. We had the pleasure of making the Jon & Vinny's dish, Spaghetti Basil Tomato, from start to finish under Courtney's wing, and Rachel still whips it up every week, all these months later. While we wait for tomato season's return, you can enjoy this video tutorial al dente.
courtney storer's spaghetti basil tomato recipe
romil hemnani
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
Romil Hemnani of BROCKHAMPTON fame is breathtaking in the Christa Empire Dress. We already knew that a NASA metallic flattered him, since he shimmered and shined in one such jumpsuit onstage at Gov Ball last May. Here, we catch up with Romil in the summer shade, and discuss the urgent matters at hand, like which vegetables really strike his fancy and how many hours of sleep LeBron James gets per night. Without further ado... Dressing; A How To.
sasha de sola
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
We meet Sasha De Sola at San Francisco's Fairmont Hotel, an oasis perched on one of the city's slopes. Sasha is a principal dancer with the San Francisco Ballet. She's also a good influence — in her presence, our posture perks up. Clad in magenta (courtesy of the Drew dress), Sasha runs circles around us on the Fairmont's terrace, a secret garden visible to the hotel's balconied guests. Up here, watching Sasha plié and pirouette like a human dreidel with transfixing grace, you'd never know that this hotel was also home to the Tonga Room, a famed tiki bar with fake thunder and rain capabilities located in the bowels of the building.
tim robinson
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
Who better to wear the Toilet Long Sleeve Tee than Tim Robinson himself? The whole Rachel Antonoff squad had been quoting lines from Tim’s recent Netflix series I Think You Should Leave back and forth for months ad nauseam, and so it was nothing short of magical to see these worlds collide one morning in Los Angeles. While shooting hoops in the blaze of July, we found a kindred spirit in Tim, he of the infectious laughter, when he confessed that he wears sweaters even when it’s way too hot out. At the end of our morning together, we thought we should leave, though we really didn’t want to.
sarah ramos
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
Following the strenuous task of reading Rachel’s tarot cards while wearing the Lillian Turtleneck and the Romeo Wide Leg Pant, Sarah Ramos slipped into something (even) more comfortable: the Fanny Dress, which she bought on the internet.
Ramos demonstrates just a few of the Fanny Dress’ myriad use cases, and how she navigates the world of e-commerce shopping with such ease. Witness it for yourself. You’ll be left humming the Big Little Lies theme song to yourself all night, and wishing you went to the same gym as Sarah Ramos—I’d know it if I heard her foam-rolling from a mile away.
jillian bell
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
We meet Jillian Bell, the star of the recent Sundance sensation Brittany Runs A Marathon, in the dog days of summer in Los Angeles (literally—there are tiny figurines of dogs, all different breeds, hidden in the corners of her home). Jillian quickly reveals herself to be a staunch supporter of Frasier and boy can she carry a tune. While we cannot guarantee that this outfit will bestow upon you such dulcet tones, we figure it’s worth a try. (I, the person writing this missive, have never seen a single episode of Frasier, but somehow I play it cool, managing to keep this information under the radar.) We determine that, among other things, the Niles shirt dress is the perfect Skype outfit, and Jillian pairs it with the Dorinda bike short like a real Princess Diana type.
Where could Jillian go in the Niles Shirt Dress, the Dorinda bike short and an ankle boot? Dog-walking to the ends of the earth, for one. Maybe one of those parties with no music where everyone wears headphones. A Clippers game. Fiesta Taco in Burbank. USC Commencement, why not, could be fun. A Los Angeles preview of the Westminster Dog Show. Runyon Canyon, probably. A cooking class, most certainly. As an audience member at the Ellen Show. A Dead & Company concert. An underwater hotel. The outfield of a Dodger’s game. Musso & Frank Grill’s parking lot. As a substitute for the regular news anchor at a nearby state fair. An audition for American Idol. The set of Frasier, via elaborate modes of time travel.
mike birbiglia & jack antonoff
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
Episode two of Dressing; A How To finds friends Jack Antonoff and Mike Birbiglia recumbent in Rachel Antonoff. Mike is fresh from kickboxing class, an activity at which he excels. Jack has been tickling the ole ivories, an activity at which he excels. It’s a Friday and these two are dressed for it: Most notably, they’re respecting public decency laws by wearing the Lizzie Jacket, the Suzanne Walking Short and the ever-versatile Amelia Flight Suit (which pairs well with a Books Are Magic t-shirt or a Prada polo, depending on whether you’re a Mike or a Jack).
As Mike would tell you, the Amelia flight suit is sure to meet your pocket quota. Jack suggests that the flight suit is a vessel best used for schlepping Peanut M&Ms crosstown to the greater Times Square vicinity, while Mike sees an opportunity to store your small knife (assuming you are a chef or a park ranger, that is). If the flight suit had no earthly name, Jack might call it the Theatre-Lover’s, or the Theatre-Saver’s, jumpsuit. He thinks it’s equal parts chic and Slipknot, with a color scheme that rings of Betty Crocker.
In the format of America’s most colloquial talk show, Jack and Mike discuss the finer points of the Bessie sweater (a crowd favorite, no matter your relationship to dairy).
Whether you’re singing about the Scrambler or pretending to film a SNL audition tape, do it in Rachel Antonoff. If you only watch one video this year, make it this one. We can’t and won’t charge you for concessions.
alia shawkat
Art by Dio Garcia
Written by Edith Young
Welcome to Alia Shawkat’s studio, where esteemed members of the Mountbatten-Windsor family tree freckle the walls and the preferred method of transport is via penny board. Alia herself looks positively royal in the cyan Margaret Tea Dress, and I can guarantee she does the best ornithological bit you’ll hear all day.
Life imitates art when Alia dons the Gertrude Tie-Neck Silk-Chiffon Top in the Objects print, comprised of photographer Neil Winokur’s signature still-lifes from the 80s.
Take a page out of Alia’s book and narrate a novela to a small gathering of friends while flexing your toes beneath the foxglove flare of the Bette pant, or consider the equestrian potential of the Fanny Dress, replete with hundreds of doting waiters, their noses upturned, serving martinis drier than a British sense of humor.
Equal parts regal and rococo, the artist herself resplendent in Rachel Antonoff.
Welcome to More RA!
Welcome to More RA! It’s like RA, but...more. There’s going to be a lot of fun, weird stuff happening on here, much of it including Freddie the DHL icon. For now, we’re extremely excited to share our new video series, Dressing: A How To with you. One of my favorite parts about this job is getting to see how our clothes play a small role in people's lives and stories. How we get to tag along to seminal moments (your wedding! Your divorce!) and not so seminal moments (getting coffee, dog walking) and we LOVE to hear about all of it. Did you get dumped in one of our dresses? Get your dream job in one of our suits? Shit your pants in OUR pants? That one is less exciting for us, but still an honor to be a part of your funny, embarrassing, thrilling, sad, scary and yes, even shitty stories.
So, we set out to bring you some other people's stories. We were curious about various people we admire: where would they wear RA, what do they like to do in general, have they ever shit their pants? You know, the basics. With that, we give you Dressing; A How To.