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The RealReal Sale Is On — Here’s the Best Stuff for ~Right Now~

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If I haven’t said it enough: I love a shopping challenge. I like the hunt, I like browsing. I really love the satisfaction of finding a one-of-a-kind item that is inexpensive. It makes me feel special! I don’t like overpaying! This is part of why I like The RealReal’s big sale. And if you can believe it, I’m not even a spokesperson.

The things I’m currently looking for are probably not too different from what’s on your list if you’re thinking about shopping at all: I want a few key things that almost qualify as an entire outfit, extra-comfortable lounge-y things, shoes to slide on to go the grocery store (sneakers are dead to me), cute tops because what even is a bottom anymore, and home decor that will make my new world — the apartment I live in — a more pleasant place to be. I’m not going to get all of it, just looking for a little pick-me-up and if you find yourself in the same position, I invite you to follow me down the below wormhole. If you don’t, that is okay! Maybe I can suggest a perusal through our guide to staying home? Maybe?

For those who are coming, andale!

One-and-Done Hero Items

Jumpsuits are the epitome of one-and-done (I love this short-sleeved Doen one), but a flowy day dress can qualify, too, or even a pretty nightgown or printed slip. (Or a set!) They’re comfy but presentable. Down the road, you can be sure I’ll be wearing this shorts jumpsuit to the soonest-available BBQ.

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Soft Stuff for Lounging

These days, I want my wardrobe to nudge right up against that line where maybe it’s an article of clothing, maybe it’s a blanket. Consider: a timeless, oversized sweater to address those randomly freezing spring days. A perfect cardigan I’ll wear with a necklace or two. A pair of long knit shorts to pair with a tank, or these mini ones to wear with an oversized shirt, or this colorblock Rosie Assoulin sweater. Some pretty knit tops with details for Zoom calls (to be worn with PJ bottoms, accessorized with an actual blanket). And look at this colorful knit polo! Cozy.

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Slip-on Shoes for a Stroll

I don’t have plans to go very far, but when I need to step out to walk the dog, I slip on the easiest shoes I can find—like this pair of straightforward raffia mules or some pretty embroidered ones that remind me of Harling. Or these crazy ones from Rosie Assoulin I’ve been eyeing for years. These Chanel clogs on super-sale make any outfit look cool. These crystal embellished slipper style ones are suitable for making the mundane feel ~fancy~, while I shall wear these classic loafers into the fall. I couldn’t help but include these embroidered Manolos and these Fendi brocade ones because they’re so substantially reduced and so (so!) beautiful. And they are technically slip on.

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Shirts and Jackets for Top-Up Dressing

I addressed this a few weeks ago, but I am very much only dressing from the waist up. For my five or so video calls a day, I usually wear a blouse or tank with jacket. Look. What. I. Found—how gorgeous is this ruffle blouse? Nobody will ever know I’m wearing pajama shorts (or perhaps just a pair of cotton underwear) on my bottom half. My apartment gets super hot in the middle of the day, so I often opt for something sleeveless, like this Missoni tank. Another quick option: a lace cami with a pretty tweed jacket; tweed jackets like this one are a staple in my closet. I may have to cop this one from St. Johns—it’s not seasonal, but I absolutely love the style. My favorite, though, is this blazer with white trim for 60% off.























































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Homeware to Spruce Up Your Place

I am now spending 99.9% of time in my small studio apartment, and let’s just say that its shortcomings are clear. I am in need of a solid chair (LOOK! AT! THIS! EAMES! ONE!) and could really use a side table with some storage that could maybe double as a desk. Also on my list: colorful vases that remind me of the ones Leandra has on her table at home. A frame to hold a photo from a recent vacation. Some bright accent pillows for color. A mirror to make my tiny space feel bigger. A tiered pasty tray to display the bountiful amounts of baked goods I’m making, plus some adorable springy plates off of which I might eat said pastries. A cozy (and insanely cool) spot to sit while by boyfriend makes us cocktails for Friday Happy Hour (join us today at 5 p.m. on @manrepeller!). Now that my apartment is also my favorite restaurant, we might need this adult dining table. Oh, did I mention I don’t have overhead lighting? It gets very dark in my apartment when the sun goes down. Happily this is an easily solved problem—either with the help of this guy ($30) or a funky floor lamp.


























































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Okay, what are you getting? What are you still looking for?

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There’s a New Twilight Book Coming and My Heart Is Pounding

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Stephenie Meyer–a name I know as well as my own–announced on Monday the impending publication of Midnight Sun on August 4th, a re-telling of the Twilight story from *cough sex symbol cough* Edward Cullen’s perspective. I just about lost my shit.

It’s taken me years to get to the place where I can talk about it without shame permeating every word—but years, in fact, have passed since this period of my life, so let me be clear: I was obsessed with the Twilight series.

Not a little obsessed, not “kind of into it.” Like full on stanatacism-on-level-12, can’t-think-about-anything-else kind of obsessed.

By the time I turned 13, I had spent all my time reading books that were above my comprehension level, and not in a cute way. The only thing I can remember from 100 Years of Solitude is that scene where two characters paint each other’s bodies in jelly and “lick it off like dogs.” Strange. Repressed. I did the same thing with my beat-up copy of Emma, where I barely could piece together the confusing verbiage but DEF knew I wanted Mr. Knightley to plant one on me. My point is: I didn’t have much exposure to young adult fiction.

So when two friends of mine in middle school plunked a copy of “Twilight” onto the picnic table next to my sad, sorry copy of Animal Farm (why are these animals so mean?) during lunch and said they had never read anything so thrilling in their entire lives–their entire lives!–I was ready for a tweenage revolution.

I spent the next three years of my life reading the steamy but chaste, PG-13 in theory but PG in fact pages of each of those books under my covers with an actual flashlight, Junie B. Jones style. Every day I read the Twilight Lexicon Blog, a stan blog that shared daily updates from the Twilight universe, including anecdotes of how much Stephenie Meyer loved to rock out to Muse while writing, or fan fiction inspired by 2-page passages from the book. My 15th birthday party (yes, I know) took place on the midnight release date for Breaking Dawn, and we stayed up all night inhaling popcorn and reading about the *spoiler alert* birth of a demonic-sounding vampire baby named Renesmée tearing a teenage girl in half. Darling.

After the lunacy that was Breaking Dawn compounded with the runaway train that was Twilight, the film, I started to see my obsession in a different light when I was 16. I felt ashamed that I didn’t recognize the weird, moralist subtext and the fact that the writing was (I’m sorry, Stephenie) mediocre at best. For years I used my previous love of Twilight as the punchline to the joke that is my existence, and people ate it up. I put my beat up copies in storage. I donated my shirt with the crest of the Cullens on it. I removed Twilight Lexicon Blog from my bookmarks.

But in the past year or so, I’ve noticed a curious turning of the tide in sentiment towards Twilight. In lockstep with the post-irony movement, the internet, and Twitter especially, has fully reclaimed Bella Swan’s story. Watching this transpire, I’ve felt the shackles of embarrassment shake off of me. I finally feel the sun on my glittering, adamantine vampire skin!!!

13 year old me watching twilight realizing ill never have cool vampire or werewolf boyfriend who loves me unconditionally and is willing to die for me pic.twitter.com/098bJ4KTZS

— alyah (@mkgeeminaj) July 24, 2019

if i die, spread my ashes where they filmed the twilight baseball scene

— taylor (@taynnlo) June 5, 2019

i'm sorry but people who shit on twilight's literary merit when new moon had those four blank pages that just read "october, november, december, january" after edward left bella…. like whew… pulitzer prize

— kyle (@kyle4prezident) February 14, 2019

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— ryan (@oatmeaIboy) April 20, 2020

it’s cloudy and raining today y’all know what that means pic.twitter.com/gIq9cu48lG

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We Miss Dollar Slices, Rats, & LaGuardia Airport: 18 Love Letters to NYC

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Spending eight weeks inside an apartment brings new meaning to what Billy Joel called “a New York state of mind.” Last week, we posted a call for your love letters to New York, and assembled a small collection of them below. The idea of universality feels pretty front-of-mind at the moment, as the world together confronts one obstacle, and so it was comforting to find strains of universality in something less frightening, the details that recurred in your notes to New York: befriending strangers in your neighborhood, whether via fire escape or buying Orbit gum over the counter at the corner bodega, seeing familiar faces on a subway commute, sharing the Metropolitan Museum with everyone else while also feeling like it’s all yours, experiencing a rite of passage as a rat runs over your shoe, the serendipity of running into a friend on a street corner and knowing it wouldn’t have happened if you’d taken a left one block earlier, the glee of landing at LaGuardia Airport (before you’ve remembered that they’ve overhauled the whole ground transportation system and it’ll take you at least an hour to get out of there).

Leaf through the letters at your leisure below, and feel free to leave your own in the comments section.

“After our fourth failed adoption, I was devastated. My husband and I ate sushi on our bed, watching TV and unable to move. But, the next day, I got up and took the A train to 14th Street. I walked to the East Village and spent the next six hours with my headphones in, blasting Kelly Clarkson and P!nk while singing from the top of my lungs. Sometimes I danced, too, shuffling-and-ball-changing down each narrow street. One person commented along the way, “You do you!” But he was the only one. Only in New York, in the East Village, could I let loose, scream, and feel anonymous, but also deeply connected to myself and to my surroundings. The East Village is the place where I fell in love with Manhattan as a high school student from Queens. It’s where I lived right after college, finding strength in the cacophony while healing from a debilitating illness and an intense heartbreak. It’s where my husband and I fell in love, over mac ‘n’ cheese at B&H Deli and pierogies at Veselka. And it’s where I “did me” after our last failed adoption, far from my grown-up, professional, put-together self. I love New York because it allows me to find myself among the noise and craziness. Now, stuck at home, I miss it so much.” —Rachel

“New York, I love you & your clarinet floating up through my window, your bagels & boxing rings & umbrellas opening when it rains. I love your museums, your couches on corners, your dollar slices, your parks where I got endlessly lost & rained on. Mostly, New York, I love your people—your yelling, crying, laughing, insane, beautiful people: the baby on Astoria Boulevard gumming the octopus leg; Marcia at the cash register with her pink nails; the gentleman on the F train holding a scarlet macaw without a cage. Thanks for the time I cried on a street corner & a stranger handed me a tissue & a cigarette. I just can’t quit you—you & your rooftops, your cursing, your crazy. New York, I love you so much I even love your rats.” —Raisa

“I miss the New York coincidence. Getting tickets to the same disco as my therapist. Finding my ex’s old book in a used bookstore (and buying it). Looking out the L train window and seeing my friend on the opposite Manhattan-bound train already waving to me. Getting ghosted on Thursday and my friend accidentally going to brunch with that guy’s new girlfriend on Sunday. Recovering from your Timothée Chalamet crush and then meeting his old roommate on the Metro North. Sometimes, too, I miss walking through Washington Square Park, crying because I’ve been dumped, and hearing a gathered crowd singing the last lines of “Bohemian Rhapsody.”” —Chloe

“There’s only one place in the world where bodegas feel like second homes. Where there’s always something to blame (the subway) if you’re running late. Where you can witness a policewoman on horseback sharing the same traffic lane as a yellow taxi cab. Oh, New York, you saucy minx.” —Harling

“Like many New Yorkers, my daily step count has always been a point of pride. I walk everywhere and never want to stop moving: 15,000 steps is a normal day, 20,000 a pretty good one, and my walk down Broadway top-to-bottom end-to-end was a personal best at 38,114. The loss of all these phantom steps has left me yearning for movement, and has led me to create a new, riveting game I play at night called: “walking my apartment,” which is exactly what it sounds like sounds exactly as it’s named. I make sure to wear a pant with a pocket, then I put my phone in said pocket and walk from one end of my small, 600- square- foot apartment to the other. I walk from one window in my bedroom, down the long hallway, through my kitchen, loop around a chair in the living room and head right back. It’s 50 steps round trip. If I do it 40 times, I can just about get the same number of steps in as my morning jaunt to the subway. I recently asked my husband if he wanted to go for a “walk” with me, and he obliged. We looped our arms together and started on the only path through the apartment. As we walked by a framed sketch on the wall of the restaurant, Dante, I earnestly said, “Oh that place used to be so good.” To which he replied, “Yeah, it was, but then it got too crowded.” And there we were, just two New Yorkers out for a stroll, complaining.” —Rachel

—Daniela

“Oh, to be on a buzzy summertime New York street corner. Nothing feels quite like those intersections of human interaction, those splits in direction. Where I’d meet a friend or part ways with one. I think of the thrill of stepping off, a moment too soon or too late, and a rushing cyclist leaving my heart pounding with the clanging of their bell, somehow filling that childish “ding” with vehemence and vendetta, and a holler to match. Of that summer day, sticky from the sun, walking alone across 10th and A, and the confident man on roller skates who stepped off and out into the street with an ease that filled me with air. I bought a pair of roller skates last week, feeding off of that memory. I can’t wait to use them on the streets I love, in the heat, on the corners, off and out.” —Natalie

“I love your dollar slices. I love your restaurants with impossible reservations. I love the first nice days in spring when everyone beelines to restaurants with sidewalk seating and dresses in their seasonally inappropriate summer best. I love the uptown/downtown rivalry with the imaginary 14th Street border, which everyone swears they would never cross. I love the feeling of rushing to the theatre when you are sure you are going to be late and they’re not going to let you in, but you aren’t, and you push through to sit next to a stranger and you mutually have decided to experience this other world that is Broadway together and you cry silently together because it’s just so beautiful. I love a whiskey on the rocks at the spot of my first date with my now-husband and turning 28 again everytime I walk by that place. I love being asked by a tourist on the platform “Is this going to Times Square?” I love knowing that the New York of Bemelman’s exists and even if I never go, I love that place and I could go, if I wanted to. I love the unspeakable bond that lies in the eye contact of New Yorkers on a subway together when something goes awry. I love avoiding the streets of SoHo on a Saturday, and I love dreaming about a Peter Luger steak, and I love waking up early and taking a walk on the West Side Highway when I can’t sleep and I am jet-lagged but I just want to be out in the New York City air. I love walking 47 blocks and two avenues home from work just because. I love the warm summer nights when the sun sets after 9 p.m., and there’s a feeling in the air that anything could happen. I love the feeling of pride upon a plane landing, knowing I’m back, my heart beaming, “This is my city. I live here. I can’t wait to be home.”” —Christina

“I feel like a wimp for hiding out on Long Island while I wait for you to reopen. I keep you open on my TV—causing frequent dreams of bodega cats and the coffee shop and the bagel chaos of Tompkins Square. There’s a moment when I’m walking to work across that park, diagonally from 10th to 7th Street, when a quiet sneaks in. You can still hear the construction on Avenue A but the yells of construction workers have lowered, and the bird chirps come to focus. Sometimes the sun hits and warms me up, too. So now, while I roll out of bed and sit at the desk next to it to clock in, I think about how the whole city probably sounds like this right now.” —Kylee

“Things I miss from pre-quarantine New York: the old lady on the bus blaming de Blasio for heat wave subway failure, the old ladies on the bus in fur coats, when the bus driver floors it and the bus goes 40 MPH up 3rd Avenue, the bagel-makers at Bagel Express who gave me a free coffee, the 51st Street downtown 6 subway platform which has the highest rat-to-garbage can ratio I have seen, poking my head through the bars around Gramercy Park to see some really nice lilacs, going on a date to an electric light show and secretly making my best friend come with me, going for a second dinner and a beer with my best friend after the date, extremely confident pigeons, complaining about New York but loving it so much I would scream louder than the 7 p.m. cheers if they made me leave.” —Julia

“I can almost smell the bitter aroma of the lone coffee cart on the corner of Lexington in Midtown, the scent lingering with me until I step foot in my office lobby. I can recall my routes, the innate path my New York city-dwelling feet continue to take. The cross streets I will always turn right at. The avenues I find comfort in. The beloved familiarly mysterious apartment windows. On the corner of 1st Avenue and St. Marks, my favorite window sits plainly on the third floor of a red tenement building. Late at night, the stranger sits by his window, perched on his fire escape. One more than one occasion, we’ve locked glances, exchanging a magical wave. How I long for my familiar strangers, who are my New York.” —Jessa

“I moved to New York alone just days before my 18th birthday. Every so often during my year in the East Village, I would look up and marvel at the fact I was even there. The New York I miss was one I barely knew, but one ripe with possibilities. Every movie theatre I went into for solace offered community in its anonymity, as groups of strangers would gather together to take in what was playing on the screen. I found hints of romance at the Sunshine on Houston and IFC, and more stories to keep me company at the Strand. As I would walk across Washington Square Park, the sheer excitement of it all would have me smiling at nothing the whole way home. The New York I love leaves you feeling full, even when there’s no one to share it with but yourself.” —Julia

“I live across the street from a funeral home. Until recently, I rarely noticed it. In the time before, sometimes I’d cross the street carrying laundry to the laundromat and walk past people dressed in black. Sometimes the combination of the grief and mundanity struck me. Now, it’s commonplace. Last month, a refrigerated truck parked next to the funeral home. Beside it appeared tents stamped with the name of an ice sculpture company. When I walk my dog late at night, all the lights are still on there and I can hear the phone ring. Yesterday, I went outside in a batshit outfit with my hair unbrushed and got stopped by the local news. They wanted to know my opinion on living across the street from a funeral home. I hesitated, but my mask made me care less about being on camera. I said that we needed to remember that the funeral home workers are essential. Later that night, I read all the Yelp reviews for the funeral home, all five stars. One review mentioned the owner’s quiet little dog as a source of comfort. I looked at my own little dog, not quiet, and felt a wave of tenderness.” —Abigail

“My first day off in a little over two weeks, but I’m out the door just as energized. Dollar pizza as I descend down the subway, careful not to drip the holy grease on my carefully selected Burberry peacoat, purchased after a guardian angel nudged me into the 72nd Street Goodwill. It’s a long ride underground, but the few empty orange seats smile at my extravagance on an otherwise dull Tuesday morning commute. I emerge in a different world and hurry west a few avenues, as I begin to scrounge through my wallet for every quarter still unspent on laundry and bodega coffee. Any guilt of having to use the Pay-What-You-Wish option at the Met dissipated once I remembered how much I paid to live in this city. Following my memorized route to my favorite room, I am nothing short of enchanted when I find it completely empty. I let myself sit to look upon the Turners as if they were my private collection.” —Emily

“Cabbages, cabbages, cabbages. I miss you, New York sidewalk cabbages. How you line the sidewalks I walk as I pick up my sad desk salad (containing local cabbage) and trudge back to my office cubicle. I will never trudge again, I promise you, Upper East Side sidewalk cabbages. I will walk lightly, skipping and jaywalking across your streets. I will not groan waiting at the subway platform during the New York City summer heat. I will embrace the summer veil of humidity and wear it proudly with my sweat soaking through, if only you let me return to you.” —Alisha

“I lived in NYC from 2010-2014, then moved to Amsterdam for five years, then returned in February 2019. The first couple months of my return, I kept a note of quotes from around town to savor my revived city love. Here are fragments of that note:

A band and their manager sitting next to me. One bandmate: “If you ever want to know what planes I have been on, just run your hand along the armrest and feel for the indentations of my fingernails.” – Cafe Reggio, 2/21/19

The girl next to me on deciding what part of New York to hang out in: “It’s like figuring out your blood type.” – Butler Coffee, 3/9/19

“This is a tongue stretch called lion mouth, which was very popular in the 1970s. The idea is that it’s psychosomatic—all the words that you never say get stuck in the back of your throat.” – Equinox yoga class, 4/2/19” —Laura

“It is 7 p.m., and there is a man outside my window playing Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” so loudly I can feel it on my skin. Under the music, you can hear the roars of our neighbors celebrating the work of front-liners all over. Sometimes, this cheering feels self-indulgent, like we are just trying to feel like we are helping the situation even if we aren’t really. But today, it feels like my neighbors took New York into their arms, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and told her they love her.” —Nadia

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Man Repeller Launched a Text Hotline! Wanna Chat?

Whenever my phone buzzes with the tell-tale vibration of an incoming text message, I experience what can only be described as a Pavlovian response–a mixture of thrill, curiosity, and urgency–to pick it up and read what it says immediately. This reaction has quadrupled in intensity since quarantine began, a communication line turned life line, carrying with it the opportunity to connect intimately with people whose thoughts I want to devour.

Such is the raison d’être behind MR Thoughtline, Man Repeller’s text-based service that has been lighting up phone screens three times daily since social-distancing protocols became the new normal. We started sending messages a week after our office closed, with the intention of providing comfort, inspiration, or simply a space to chat during this unprecedented time of radical isolation. Interested?

Here’s what you’re signing up for…

Either three texts or one select text per day, depending on what you choose when you sign up.
A morning “upshot” message written by Edith that features good news and ways to give back.
Afternoon digital recesses that include easy recipes, WFH outfit challenges, or emotionally resonant “shower thoughts”—basically anything that we think will help you end the day on a high note.
A daily designated “Office Hour” from 2-3pm EST. This is a live textual free-for-all, during which editors tee up a conversation topic (yesterday’s was “What’s the best thing you’ve read recently?”) and our guest texters offer expertise that will level-up your stay-home experience (Recently, Bon Appetit‘s social media manager gave cooking tips, Tidy Tova shared organizational hacks, and our horoscopes expert doled out her highly coveted celestial insights.)
And, because you know we like to spice things up regularly, you can count on any number of special thing to appear spontaneously

Open Thread: Who Has the Best Voice in Podcasts?

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I miss the multiplicity of voices I’d encounter while navigating through a typical weekday: morning chatter and high-pitched hijinx of high schoolers on the subway platform, Charlie Pellett telling me to stand clear of the closing doors, elaborate orders from coffee-drinking patrons on line ahead of me at Gasoline Alley, tourists asking for directions, half-sentences overheard as I hustle to work on the sidewalk.

Now, the best way to artificially simulate that vocal cacophony is to steamroll through podcast after podcast. Blame it on the lack of social interaction, but today, for some reason, I must know which podcast host you would date Love Is Blind-style—or for the reality-television-allergic, which you’d date based solely on their voice. Whose gravelly or dulcet tones have the je ne sais quoi that has you clicking “Next Episode,” no matter what they’re talking about? And might I suggest six podcasts worth downloading for the timbre of voice alone?

1. How Long Gone

My own chaotic nomination is Chris Black on How Long Gone, a well-cast quarantine podcast in which the two hosts have casual and candid conversations about what’s going on right now, with the help of a smattering of personalities—Jeremy O. Harris, Alison Roman, and Entireworld’s Scott Sternberg among them.

2. Press Box

Mallory respectfully casts her vote for Bryan Curtis and David Shoemaker, the two hosts of The Ringer’s Press Box podcast, which covers the biggest media stories of the moment.

3. Keep It!

Ira Madison III’s timbre is unmatched. You can hear it on Keep It!, which does a broad sweep of what’s going on in pop culture and how it relates to politics every Wednesday.

4. Time Crisis

If you like hearing Vampire Weekend hit the high notes, then listening to VW frontman Ezra Koenig and painter Jake Longstreth on Time Crisis—a biweekly dissection of pop culture and music—is another logical place to invest that enthusiasm. I believe Time Crisis has single-handedly converted hordes of people with ears into Apple Music subscribers.

5. This American Life

We are of course using the term “podcast” loosely here, as Amalie stands by a classic and submits Ira Glass and This American Life, qualifying that she also “knows what he looks like so, bias.”

6. Redundancy Radio

If you’re in the market for a British accent or a compact series of interviews with creative people discussing their careers—or both!—look no further than Redundancy Radio. Liv Siddall has a voice for radio, and the show has a superb graphic identity that’ll make you wistful for Schoolhouse Rock!

Now, back to the matter at hand: Which podcast host would you date Love Is Blind-style?

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6 Foodies Share the Best Cooking “Cheats,” From Pancake Mixes to Pre-Made Sauces

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After weeks of inhabiting the body of an industrious pioneer woman, Freaky Friday-style, my natural inclination toward food laziness is beginning to restore itself. I enjoyed my period of experimentation, and I still want to eat large quantities of delicious food, specifically bread or bread-adjacent delicacies—I would just prefer if I could secure these things by walking into a restaurant or bakery. Since this option is not available, and my passion for measuring out numerous ingredients by the teaspoon appears to be waning, I’m interested in brokering a compromise: cheating.

Not the bad kind of cheating, though, like the kind that might get you kicked out of school. The good kind! The kind that enables you to cook great stuff with extremely minimal effort. I acquired my taste for this particular breed of cheffing when I tried Purely Elizabeth’s “Ancient Grains” pancake mix last week.

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The “cheat” was using a pre-made mix instead of whipping up the pancakes from scratch, and do you know what? The resulting breakfast was so good I made it again the next day. All you have to do is add an egg, some oil, and water. It takes like two seconds, which in addition to being addictively fast also made me wonder what other cheats I can incorporate into my feeding rituals. So I put on my “hungry investigator” cap and asked six food people to spill the beans (pun intended) about their favorite cooking cheats–i.e. specific food products that expedite their cooking adventures to delectable effect. Read their answers below.

Brinda Ayer

Managing Editor at Food52.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Brooklyn Delhi simmer sauces! For context, back in March, I had this rosy vision of what life would be like at home all day. I imagined myself nurturing loaves of sourdough (I ran out of flour two weeks ago) and simmering elaborate curries all morning to enjoy for a leisurely lunch (to date, my most involved afternoon meal has been pesto pasta). So, in order to feed myself properly, I’ve necessarily had to find ways to streamline and save myself some work. That’s where the simmer sauces come in—my favorites are Dad’s Savory Tomato Curry and the Coconut Cashew Korma sauce. I heard about the sauces last year when we worked with Chitra, the creator/owner of the company, on a video project we were doing at Food52, and I picked up a couple bottles for myself. They are so fresh, and flavorful, and fully life-changing! They also save me hours—it takes so long to make the same kind of sauce from scratch and develop that kind of flavor.

And then—can I be totally honest?—I love pre-fried crispy onions. I’m talking good old French’s onions, the kind you probably busted out for every Thanksgiving in your childhood. I hadn’t eaten them for years until a few months back, when they happened to be in the Food52 office from a recipe test. I took home the container that I saw at work, and then when that was finished, I bought… another one. They’re so good to throw in salads and on top of soups, and TBH just to snack on.

What it’s useful for: For the Brooklyn Delhi sauces, particularly the tomato kind, I just heat the sauce in a sauté pan and add in a can of drained chickpeas, plus some cut sautéed vegetables (mushrooms, peas, cauliflower, potatoes, a big handful of kale and spinach—anything, really), just to heat all of it through. It seriously takes minutes for a really great meal to come together, which I then eat with leftover rice or naan or even a flour tortilla.

For the fried onions, my favorite thing to do with them is to actually crush them finely and coat planks of pressed, seasoned tofu with them (h/t Food52er Emily Connor for this one), then pan-fry them in a skillet or bake them in the oven, kinda like these chicken fingers. The crusted tofu gets super crispy and the onions add so much great flavor and texture. They’re also really delicious over a big arugula or dinosaur kale salad with a healthy squeeze of lemon on top.













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Adriana Urbina

Chopped winner (three times!), culinary consultant, and founder of Tepuy Collective.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Maesri Fried Shallots and Lars’ Own Crispy Fried Onions (because making fried shallots or onions at home is very labor intensive, since you have to have the oil at the perfect temperature).

What they’re useful for: They add soooo much texture and flavor to sooooo many recipes–salads, roasted veggies, potatoes, pasta, lasagna, nachos, avocado toast, eggs, fish, meat–basically anything! I love them so much I eat them as a snack. You’re going to become addicted.

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Roxana Jullapat

Pastry chef, master baker, and co-owner of Friends and Family in East Hollywood.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Nutella!

What it’s useful for: Nutella can withstand oven temperatures, so I use it to fill hamentashen cookies or brioche buns. For the latter, punch a hole in the middle of each of them and fill with a good scoop of Nutella. You can top with streusel after or just leave them plain.

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Sierra Tishgart

Co-founder of Great Jones and former New York Magazine food editor.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Haven’s Kitchen sauces—particularly the Nutty Lemongrass flavor. Quarantine or not, I never want to deal with my blender (such a schlep), and this Haven’s sauce elevates even the simplest bowl of rice.

What it’s useful for: I use it to make a lazy stew with coconut milk, tofu, whatever vegetables I have in the fridge, and rice! I pile all of those ingredients in my Dutchess and let them hang out for 20 minutes or so—it’s really not precise, but I’m convinced you can’t mess it up. Oh also, I discovered it because I’m a big fan of the Haven’s Kitchen cooking school and café in Flatiron! If you’re looking to learn how to cook or just refine your skills, I highly recommend.

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Mattie Kahn

Culture Director at Glamour and the brains behind Disaster Baking, an objectively perfect newsletter.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: I have a bunch, but most fall under the general umbrella of pastes, dips, and sauces. With the help of a few trusted condiments, plain rice or pasta or a can of chickpeas can become at least five or six different meals. (Start with: gochujang, harissa, Soom tahini, and chili crisp from the new-ish Fly By Jing.)

With that said, the absolute best cheat I can recommend comes via my friend Indy, who showed me how to make the speediest and most delicious salad dressing with hummus. I’m obnoxious about true hummus—the luscious kind that’s made from scratch and served warm ruined the stale stuff on store shelves for me. But on a visit to Indy’s apartment in Berlin, I watched her make a dressing with a spoonful of supermarket hummus, thinned out with lemon, water, and a bit of oil. She used it on greens, avocado, and tomato, and it became a perfect meal—a dip and vegetables, masquerading as a salad.

I’m otherwise so, so reluctant to make salad dressing, which isn’t even that much work but just feels taxing to me. This is the best and most delicious and simplest hack I know, and it justifies the existences of store-bought hummus, IMHO. All brands work, but I like Abraham’s and Tribe better than the ubiquitous Sabra.

Also, if you’ve never used Ghirardelli’s dark chocolate brownie mix, please don’t be a hero and go find some. It’s better than homemade, and that’s just the truth.

What it’s useful for: [Ed note: Mattie over-delivered not only with her wealth of answers but also her instinct in answering this next question before I even asked it. Proceed!]

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Zoe Kanan

NYC-based pastry chef and two-time James Beard Foundation Award Semi-Finalist.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Trader Joe’s Hash Brown Patties are my freezer MVP. I have it on good authority (my mouth) that these are the exact same frozen patties that are fried and sleeved in fast food chains for breakfast, only rebranded. I first discovered them shuffling through the frozen food bins at TJ’s and haven’t looked back since.

What it’s useful for: I’ve never followed the oven instructions because they are so easy to reheat in a pan and get extra crispy. My #1 favorite use is breakfast tacos: fry up a patty, slice in half lengthwise, and snuggle each hash brown baton in a corn tortilla with egg, hot sauce, avocado, whatever else you have around. I’ve also been known to use them in place of a bagel: schmeared with labneh or cream cheese and topped with a few slices of smoked salmon, capers, black pepper, and a squeeze of lemon.

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Okay, your turn! What culinary cheats make your world go ’round?

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6 Foodies Told Me Their Best Cooking “Cheats”

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After weeks of inhabiting the body of an industrious pioneer woman, Freaky Friday-style, my natural inclination toward food laziness is beginning to restore itself. I enjoyed my period of experimentation, and I still want to eat large quantities of delicious food, specifically bread or bread-adjacent delicacies—I would just prefer if I could secure these things by walking into a restaurant or bakery. Since this option is not available, and my passion for measuring out numerous ingredients by the teaspoon appears to be waning, I’m interested in brokering a compromise: cheating.

Not the bad kind of cheating, though, like the kind that might get you kicked out of school. The good kind! The kind that enables you to cook great stuff with extremely minimal effort. I acquired my taste for this particular breed of cheffing when I tried Purely Elizabeth’s “Ancient Grains” pancake mix last week.

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The “cheat” was using a pre-made mix instead of whipping up the pancakes from scratch, and do you know what? The resulting breakfast was so good I made it again the next day. All you have to do is add an egg, some oil, and water. It takes like two seconds, which in addition to being addictively fast also made me wonder what other cheats I can incorporate into my feeding rituals. So I put on my “hungry investigator” cap and asked six foodies to spill the beans (pun intended) about their favorite cooking cheats–i.e. specific food products that expedite their cooking adventures to delectable effect. Read their answers below.

Brinda Ayer

Managing Editor at Food52.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Brooklyn Delhi simmer sauces! For context, back in March, I had this rosy vision of what life would be like at home all day. I imagined myself nurturing loaves of sourdough (I ran out of flour two weeks ago) and simmering elaborate curries all morning to enjoy for a leisurely lunch (to date, my most involved afternoon meal has been pesto pasta). So, in order to feed myself properly, I’ve necessarily had to find ways to streamline and save myself some work. That’s where the simmer sauces come in—my favorites are Dad’s Savory Tomato Curry and the Coconut Cashew Korma sauce. I heard about the sauces last year when we worked with Chitra, the creator/owner of the company, on a video project we were doing at Food52, and I picked up a couple bottles for myself. They are so fresh, and flavorful, and fully life-changing! They also save me hours—it takes so long to make the same kind of sauce from scratch and develop that kind of flavor.

And then—can I be totally honest?—I love pre-fried crispy onions. I’m talking good old French’s onions, the kind you probably busted out for every Thanksgiving in your childhood. I hadn’t eaten them for years until a few months back, when they happened to be in the Food52 office from a recipe test. I took home the container that I saw at work, and then when that was finished, I bought… another one. They’re so good to throw in salads and on top of soups, and TBH just to snack on.

What it’s useful for: For the Brooklyn Delhi sauces, particularly the tomato kind, I just heat the sauce in a sauté pan and add in a can of drained chickpeas, plus some cut sautéed vegetables (mushrooms, peas, cauliflower, potatoes, a big handful of kale and spinach—anything, really), just to heat all of it through. It seriously takes minutes for a really great meal to come together, which I then eat with leftover rice or naan or even a flour tortilla.

For the fried onions, my favorite thing to do with them is to actually crush them finely and coat planks of pressed, seasoned tofu with them (h/t Food52er Emily Connor for this one), then pan-fry them in a skillet or bake them in the oven, kinda like these chicken fingers. The crusted tofu gets super crispy and the onions add so much great flavor and texture. They’re also really delicious over a big arugula or dinosaur kale salad with a healthy squeeze of lemon on top.













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Adriana Urbina

Chopped winner (three times!), culinary consultant, and founder of Tepuy Collective.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Maesri Fried Shallots and Lars’ Own Crispy Fried Onions (because making fried shallots or onions at home is very labor intensive, since you have to have the oil at the perfect temperature).

What they’re useful for: They add soooo much texture and flavor to sooooo many recipes–salads, roasted veggies, potatoes, pasta, lasagna, nachos, avocado toast, eggs, fish, meat–basically anything! I love them so much I eat them as a snack. You’re going to become addicted.

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Roxana Jullapat

Pastry chef, master baker, and co-owner of Friends and Family in East Hollywood.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Nutella!

What it’s useful for: Nutella can withstand oven temperatures, so I use it to fill hamentashen cookies or brioche buns. For the latter, punch a hole in the middle of each of them and fill with a good scoop of Nutella. You can top with streusel after or just leave them plain.

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Sierra Tishgart

Co-founder of Great Jones and former New York Magazine food editor.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Haven’s Kitchen sauces—particularly the Nutty Lemongrass flavor. Quarantine or not, I never want to deal with my blender (such a schlep), and this Haven’s sauce elevates even the simplest bowl of rice.

What it’s useful for: I use it to make a lazy stew with coconut milk, tofu, whatever vegetables I have in the fridge, and rice! I pile all of those ingredients in my Dutchess and let them hang out for 20 minutes or so—it’s really not precise, but I’m convinced you can’t mess it up. Oh also, I discovered it because I’m a big fan of the Haven’s Kitchen cooking school and café in Flatiron! If you’re looking to learn how to cook or just refine your skills, I highly recommend.

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Mattie Kahn

Culture Director at Glamour and the brains behind Disaster Baking, an objectively perfect newsletter.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: I have a bunch, but most fall under the general umbrella of pastes, dips, and sauces. With the help of a few trusted condiments, plain rice or pasta or a can of chickpeas can become at least five or six different meals. (Start with: gochujang, harissa, Soom tahini, and chili crisp from the new-ish Fly By Jing.)

With that said, the absolute best cheat I can recommend comes via my friend Indy, who showed me how to make the speediest and most delicious salad dressing with hummus. I’m obnoxious about true hummus—the luscious kind that’s made from scratch and served warm ruined the stale stuff on store shelves for me. But on a visit to Indy’s apartment in Berlin, I watched her make a dressing with a spoonful of supermarket hummus, thinned out with lemon, water, and a bit of oil. She used it on greens, avocado, and tomato, and it became a perfect meal—a dip and vegetables, masquerading as a salad.

I’m otherwise so, so reluctant to make salad dressing, which isn’t even that much work but just feels taxing to me. This is the best and most delicious and simplest hack I know, and it justifies the existences of store-bought hummus, IMHO. All brands work, but I like Abraham’s and Tribe better than the ubiquitous Sabra.

Also, if you’ve never used Ghirardelli’s dark chocolate brownie mix, please don’t be a hero and go find some. It’s better than homemade, and that’s just the truth.

What it’s useful for: [Ed note: Mattie over-delivered not only with her wealth of answers but also her instinct in answering this next question before I even asked it. Proceed!]

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Zoe Kanan

NYC-based pastry chef and two-time James Beard Foundation Award Semi-Finalist.

Favorite culinary “cheat” product: Trader Joe’s Hash Brown Patties are my freezer MVP. I have it on good authority (my mouth) that these are the exact same frozen patties that are fried and sleeved in fast food chains for breakfast, only rebranded. I first discovered them shuffling through the frozen food bins at TJ’s and haven’t looked back since.

What it’s useful for: I’ve never followed the oven instructions because they are so easy to reheat in a pan and get extra crispy. My #1 favorite use is breakfast tacos: fry up a patty, slice in half lengthwise, and snuggle each hash brown baton in a corn tortilla with egg, hot sauce, avocado, whatever else you have around. I’ve also been known to use them in place of a bagel: schmeared with labneh or cream cheese and topped with a few slices of smoked salmon, capers, black pepper, and a squeeze of lemon.

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Okay, your turn! What culinary cheats make your world go ’round?

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The 10 Worst Movie Characters to Quarantine With, Ranked

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Social distancing does funny stuff to your frontal cortex (I’m allowed to say this because I’m a scientist and a doctor). In addition to collapsing time like it’s a lawn chair, normalizing Zoom birthdays, convincing millennials to join TikTok, and turning hoards of humans into professional makers of sourdough bread, it also begs an unusual and yet extremely urgent question: What movie characters would be the absolute worst to quarantine with? Naturally, I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I think I’ve established a pretty definitive list. Scroll below for a ranking from “barely tolerable” to “GET ME OUT OF HERE I BEG.”

#10: Spike (Notting Hill)

Spike, a.k.a. Hugh Grant’s roommate in Notting Hill, puts the “com” in this classic rom com (HAHAHAHA) thanks to his bizarre antics over the course of the film. Endearing though he may be from an observational distance, his predilection for buttocks-baring loungewear and eating mayonnaise with a spoon would undoubtedly torment anyone with the misfortune of living with him in close quarters for an extended period of time–even Hugh. That being said, his entertainment value might make up for some of it.

#9: Warner Huntington III (Legally Blonde)

This assumption is purely gut-based, but anyone who routinely recycles “Pooh Bear” as a pet name for multiple significant others is probably not bringing much to the table from a companionship perspective.

#8: Edmund (The Chronicles of Narnia)

He betrays his whole family for Turkish delight!!!! Can’t quar with someone you can’t trust.

#7: Meredith (The Parent Trap)

Despite the fact that Meredith has incredible taste in atheleisure-wear and a really symmetrical face, she would make for objectively awful quarantine roommate fodder. If lying to a priest who is raising money for charity within the first five minutes of her introduction isn’t proof enough, then consider the fact that her response to minor adversity is threatening to send a child to boarding school in Timbuktu. Seems extreme?

#6: Veruca Salt (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)

Veruca might be one of the worst-behaved characters in movie history. I don’t know which of her offenses is more aggravating–insisting her dad buy her a golden goose, or immediately breaking into song when her wishes are denied. Either way, bad quarantine energy, for sure.

#5 Rose’s Mom (Titantic)

Remember how tightly she laces up Rose’s corset while ordering her “not to see that boy again”????? That’s all.

#4: Professor Umbridge (Harry Potter)

Having recently rewatched the entire Harry Potter movie series from start to finish, I have come to the conclusion that Professor Dolores Umbridge is even more evil than Voldemort himself. While she would certainly be a stickler for safe social-distancing protocols, her general temperament, exclusively Pepto Bismol-colored wardrobe, and penchant for making rule-breakers carve words into the backs of their hands sounds like the stuff of quarantine nightmares to me.

#3: The Entire Cast (He’s Just Not That Into You)

I say this with love: Literally every single person in He’s Just Not That Into You is insufferable.

#2: Nate (The Devil Wears Prada)

I almost put Nate at the very top of this list, but spared him that fate for one reason and one reason alone: He does know how to make a really delicious-looking grilled cheese. It’s a skill I would discount more readily given his multitude of other flaws, which I run down in detail here; in a quarantine situation, however, I have to admit that grilled cheese-making prowess has increased his value. STILL: Can you imagine how much grief he would give you for working instead of paying attention to him??? And how petulant he would act if you didn’t throw him the perfect socially distant birthday???

#1: Tom Ripley (The Talented Mr. Ripley)

Out of all the terrible movie characters to quarantine with, it was tough choosing the worst of the worst, but ultimately I feel confident landing on Tom Ripley. In addition to being a murderer, he is also the creepiest creep on the planet, and would probably see quarantine as an opportunity to… well… I don’t want to spoil the movie if you haven’t seen it yet, but let’s just say that people who spend a lot of time with him don’t usually have fun things to report.

Who else should be on this list?

Image: Paramount/Miramax

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So, What Are You Gonna Do With All That Bread You Baked?

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Are you getting sick of putting shit on a stove? I am getting a little sick of putting shit on a stove.

Photo by Rosie Assoulin.

Don’t get me wrong—dinnertime is my favorite time of day. I pour myself a dollop (just a dollop!) of tequila and splash in some juice of a Meyer lemon, then ask Alexa to play jazz music as I roll up my sleeves and get ready to confront the quarantine kitchen. Then we decide in tandem what the citizens of Centre Street (i.e. my family) will eat for dinner. Last night, we had turkey meatballs and sauteed string beans that I drenched in tomato basil sauce. Madeline and Laura thought they were green noodles, which was a miracle. The night before, we had Banza pasta alla Norma with roasted eggplant cubes and everything. While Abie did not earn the gift of melted mozzarella cheese in his grain-and-dairy-free dish, Madeline and Laura did. I had the pasta with sun-dried tomatoes in oil. They were sitting in my fridge and I thought: Use them. Scintillating, right?

Tonight I was thinking about grilling some radicchio and zucchini to match a homemade putanesca sauce that I planned to toss over chicken until I remembered that I’m not an Italian restaurant, you don’t “toss” sauce over food and I have no idea how the fuck to make a putanesca sauce, much less what is in one, so!, instead, I will artfully arrange ingredients on toast.

I have been doing this most mornings for my kids and self: toasting Ezekiel bread and then covering it in avocado, almond butter, tahini, or something else and arranging scenes with: tomatoes, eggs, bananas, smoked salmon, or kimchi on top of the paste. I don’t know why it just occurred to me that the paste is like glue, the toast is like an easel and the toppings are the artifacts I affix to my mixed media installations, but there it is. There you go.

At a minimum, they are a good excuse to use what is leftover from The Great Bread Bake of 2020 as a vehicle for something greater. Maybe you’re sick, for example, of seeing rotund loaves coddled in towels fresh off the press. Maybe you’d rather see:

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I Styled My Brother for a Week, Via FaceTime

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If you really want to get to know somebody, I recommend dressing them for a week. I can think of at least a dozen revealing things you’d learn about me if you attempted such an undertaking. I am already quite familiar with my brother’s sartorial development, and yet talking through his thought process behind getting dressed gave me a new sense of what it’s like inside William Young’s remarkable head. For starters: his favorite color is purple. Who knew? I’ve known the guy since the day he was born, 24 and a half years ago, and I had no idea.

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Meet my new neighbor, same as the old neighbor

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As we prepared for this cross-country experiment—my brother is in San Francisco and I’m in New York—William gave me an overview of how things were going over in his closet in San Francisco by way of an interview. He’d been working on revamping his style in the months leading up to quarantine, and “just as it was getting good,” he had to take his talents back to the confines of his apartment. After our conversation, I received a follow-up phone call while I was watching the new episode of Billions—an activity the subject knew he was interrupting—to let me know that he had “Kondo-ed his closet right before quarantine and now regrets it” and that I could quote him on that.

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He told me that a few factors have shaped his aesthetic sense of self: the occasional shopping excursion with the brain trust that is my parents and me, complemented by an ongoing dialogue with his inherently stylish friend Rem Remmel. “Rem has given me good advice: when you’re looking at your closet and see a lot of blue or gray, the trick is to be more intentional with color,” William relays to me. “When you’re shopping, you have to go out of your way to be more adventurous.” William’s also in a dedicated Instagram DM with 5 or 6 guys, including Rem, that’s exclusively dedicated to clothes: “There’s a lot of ALD [Aimé Leon Dore] and PAA, a lot of vintage and secondhand goods, links from Hard To Get and Grailed, a decent number of Birkenstocks—which is when I consider leaving the group. Rem also opened my eyes to Corridor. Oh, look at this tote that just landed in the DM.”

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