If, like me, you live in one of the country's 22 majestic recreational states, you may have received a call from a friend eking out a joyless existence in one of our sad, dry states. I have. And it sounded like this: Could you, like, maybe, just drop me a little you-know-what in the mail? Not even a quarter. Just a little something-something? I wanted to do my pal a solid, of course, but not enough to trade my carefully calibrated work-life balance for a prison phone and plexiglass. I wondered: At a time when church-going moms utter the word "budtender" with a straight face, when cannabis is advertised on towering roadside billboards ("Lake & Bake. Exit Now & Turn Left"), just how dicey is it to send a little weed to a friend in need? I decided to find out. |
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A lightweight, stylish shirting option. |
| From household names to trendy newcomers, these are the labels that'll have you looking right from tee to green. |
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If you're into menswear and you've shopped in New York, you've probably encountered the iconic shoe store, Leffot. This week's subject is Steven Taffel, the shop's founder and owner. "I came to New York in 1989 from Beverly Hills," says Taffel. He worked at Bottega Veneta for a decade, followed by a long stint at Prada. But in 2007, just after his 50th birthday, he was laid off in a restructuring. "I thought, 'What am I going to do? I'm 50. I've got kids,'" he says. As it happens, what he'd do is open up one of the best high-end shoe stores in the city, which is still going strong today. |
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A crime drama directed by Steven Soderbergh? Exactly as good as it sounds. |
| Here's where Oppenheimer lands among the visionary director's best work. |
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Thirty-nine years ago come next July, Robert Oppenheimer looked across the New Mexico sands, took the fireball's measure, and knew that he was the usher who had escorted all the creatures of the earth to the tenebrous dawn of the atomic age. Afterward he would remember—or prefer to believe—that his first conscious thought had been Krishna's: "I am become death, the shatterer of worlds." It is unlikely that he himself could say with any assurance whether here was the cry of the stricken sinner or the exultation of the conqueror. His essence was, as always, in the ambiguities of the divided soul and equivocal presence of someone who had come in triumph to a world that would have been safer if he and everyone else who tried had failed. |
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