"How are you? Aside from the world burning and all." This has become my go-to pleasantry—the default, dystopia-flavored greeting I use on Zoom calls, emails, and catchup texts with old friends. It isn't just me: Ever since the Trump presidency, End Times vernacular seems to have trickled its way from fringe conspiracy forums into jocular chitchat among well-cushioned urbanites. In 2024, conjuring catastrophe in quotidian conversation is practically good manners. Openers like "Did you have a nice weekend?" are followed by the obligatory "I mean, other than the slow creeping demise of the planet." It all seems to suggest that The End will arrive any day now… and yet, everyone is being weirdly chill about it. |
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Finally, puffers and parkas are the cheapest they've been all year. |
| Your Grandpa's favorite spot just got a modern upgrade. |
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I have been a musician since I was old enough to reach the keys on a piano.
There was a moment where I realized that what I was meant to be doing was not only reflecting but documenting the human experience.
It's very hard for me to understand why I've had the colossal success I've had when I'm not the greatest singer, I'm not the greatest songwriter, I'm not the greatest bass player, guitar player, or producer.
Everything is about the voice in my head that tells me that I'm not enough.
My career has been largely propelled by my need to not just be liked but to be great. I have really come to terms with that. Cancer put that all into perspective—and several bad relationships.
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Parker's Jotter is a James Bond-approved piece that makes every doodle and note feel consequential. |
| From furniture to towels, these prices are impressive. |
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If the latest menswear from Giorgio Armani feels familiar to you, that's proof of concept. When the Milanese designer introduced his radically reimagined interpretation of traditional tailoring in 1975, he established a design language that was both comfortable and impressively durable. Nowadays you see it everywhere. But no one executes it quite like the maestro himself. |
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