Elena Saavedra Buckley

2 weeks ago | i-d.co | Elena Saavedra Buckley

In 2020 Slime Bun (@slime.bun) had a foolproof formula for virality: if her nails were done, and the ring light positioned, her 900,000 followers could fall into the airy folds of her homemade slime—the non-Newtonian fluid toy, often glittered, textured, bedazzled, and charmed. Slime Bun was just one of a class of influencers whose output popularized a new wave of slime, which first went viral in Southeast Asia in 2016. By 2017, Google reported it as the top YouTube trend.

1 month ago | hotmenu.substack.com | Elena Saavedra Buckley

Something I cherish about New York City grocery stores is that the building layouts are often so cramped that they create tunnel-like journeys through one’s shopping list. This, to me, is really helpful; it emphasizes not only the components of a meal—as any store would—but the linear structure, the narrative of putting together a dish.

2 months ago | hotmenu.substack.com | Elena Saavedra Buckley

I received the below text a couple months ago from a friend I haven’t seen in a while. It’s a great advertisement for this newsletter, so I thought I’d show it to you in this first post: The “blog” this text is referring to is my extremely modest cooking Instagram; follower count at the time of this writing is 358.

2 months ago | culturedmag.com | Elena Saavedra Buckley

Sean Baker wears all clothing and accessories by Hermès Fall 2024 at Le Rock at Rockefeller Center. Around 2000, just after Sean Baker got clean from opioids, he had to rebuild his life from scratch. He had been tossed from Greg the Bunny, the TV show he helped create that had been picked up by Fox. He lost most of his contacts and had stuck around New York while others from his early film escapades went west. But he thought he could survive one last attempt at becoming a filmmaker.

Jan 23, 2025 | apartamentomagazine.com | Elena Saavedra Buckley

Over time, as I moved—to rural Colorado, then back to New Mexico, then to Texas, then to California, each relocation happening in the back of my Subaru—the U-Hauls I’d see on the road gained dimension, embodying or cartoon-ifying the itinerancy I gradually realised was shaping my life. As I gazed at them out my car window, I memorised most of the decals, and I formed attachments to a small coterie depicting those places I had left.