We know investing is never simple and shopping for home items is overwhelming. With so many retailers, a ridiculous number of influencers hawking paid partnerships, and prices that make your head spin, it can be damn near impossible to know where to spend your precious moolah. That's where we come in. Our team thoroughly tests products, and this year I enlisted our entire staff to lounge on couches, road-test the newest smart-home gadgets, sleep under all kinds of sheets, dry off with organic cotton towels, and drink whatever the hell they wanted from the finest glassware—in order to find the best of the best for you. Behold: the finalists for the Esquire Home Awards. |
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We tried the new Fujifilm X100VI. Here's what we found. |
| A lie is a lie. A liar is a liar. The Cleveland Plain Dealer knows how it's done. |
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Jerrod Carmichael, thirty-six, should luxuriate in pauses, because they are the only moments of silence he'll get for the time being. On March 29, Jerrod Carmichael Reality Show premiered on HBO. It is Carmichael's experiment in radical honesty: a self-Truman Showing of himself, in which his entire life, including his most intimate moments, are filmed and put on display. It is a big-budget exploration of his fidelity to his first real boyfriend as an out gay man, his struggle to be a less self-involved friend, and, most prominently, his relationship with his very Christian mother and the father who raised him alongside a whole other secret family. |
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The Jodie Fosteraissance, Larry David's swan song, and another stellar sci-fi series from Apple TV+? The small screen spoils us. |
| Here are 10 of the very best ones out there. |
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In 2015, I found someone talking about Colossus of Roads on a menswear message board; it was his nephew. I couldn't believe it. The poster agreed to put me in touch with his uncle, Russell Butler (who turned out to be a former brakeman on the Missouri Pacific Railroad). I told Butler how much his work had inspired me, and he agreed to sign the back of my Schott Perfecto. He tagged it with the same graphic I had seen so many times in the dead of night, then wrote "fragments of contumacy" underneath. I later had the jacket relined in antique Japanese boro. Now it's a connection to a special time in my life that feels increasingly distant, much like the view of the station from a boxcar after the train departs. |
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