I probably get too excited for my own good when I see Julie has posted a new illustration on her Instagram, @jooleeloren. Her searing and insightful commentary on the modern state of womanhood is both universal and personal (for better or worse). It only makes sense her first book be titled, Literally Me, as one can’t think of much else when scrolling through her feed. We stopped by her studio to see where all the comedic genius happens.
I am a glutton for punishment. I am also very susceptible to advertising and will buy anything if it promises to make me glow like an iridescent pufferfish. It’s because of those two things that I found myself signing up for a session of whole body cryotherapy in the middle of January — which entailed donning a bikini and immersing my entire body in a chamber full of cold air that clocked in at a balmy minus 200 degrees Fahrenheit. See? Glutton.
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I started skiing at the ripe age of three. If I’m being honest I can’t remember much other than this; the coarse yellow rope of the leash that tethered me to my mother, hot chocolate that was promised to me if I stopped crying, and my very first ski sweater. It was thick, blue wool with tiny white stars and it itched like hell. Despite this small pragmatic setback I apparently insisted on wearing it ALL the time and to this day, it is my most poignant memory of my first outing on the slopes.