Jess Graves

1 week ago | thelovelist.wtf | Jess Graves

If you’re even kind of online, you’ve heard of handbag line Little Liffner, founded by Swedish designer Paulina Liffner von Sydow. But it’s just Liffner now. She’s left Stockholm for Manhattan, and the “Little” has been dropped in title and ethos. The rebrand marks more than a name change. After over a decade of quiet dominance in the minimalist luxury space, Liffner is making a bolder play: a global mindset with a newer, New York edge.

2 weeks ago | thelovelist.wtf | Jess Graves

The Beauty Black Book is sponsored by Mienne, a luxury skincare brand built for everyday eroticsm. Think of it as skincare women who already take good care of themselves. Mienne’s formulas are clean, effective, and designed to support intimacy and skin health with equal intention. Their aphrodisiac-infused sex serum looks discreet and at home amongst the perfume bottles on your vanity (but with a secret). The body wash and body creme are fragranced precisely enough for leaning in a little.

3 weeks ago | thelovelist.wtf | Jess Graves

I used to own a creative agency that did all kinds of advertising, marketing, and activations for a pretty wide range of entities, from celebrities to real estate developers to megabrands like DoorDash and Diageo. One of my favorite employees loved telling our clients, “You’re the bride.” It became sort of a company ethos for us. Our clients were the bride, we’re the wedding planner, and it was our duty to simply handle it.

3 weeks ago | thelovelist.wtf | Jess Graves

This weekend will be my first of the season in the Hamptons, and I can’t wait. Talk your shit, but I love it out there. Mentally, I’m already at the farm stands and oyster farms, posted up at Tutto, sipping watermelon cocktails at Crow’s Nest, and lingering over outdoor dinners with friends. I developed a few Summer Archetypes and peppered them throughout the issue. What’s yours?

1 month ago | thelovelist.wtf | Jess Graves

Lucy Delius doesn’t design jewelry so much as she conjures it. There’s intimacy here; her pieces are almost a little naughty, which is perhaps why she refers to her customers as her coven. Lucy embodies the posh undercurrent of her home base in London: unfussy, but precise. When I see her, she’s always in cotton tank tops and easy slip dresses, plodding around in bold tartans from The Row and mesh Alaia flats, bare-faced and backlit, the jewelry catching what little light there is.