Katy Schneider

The sculptor likes to call his studio part of his art practice. Working there could often be scary. Read more here.

Read more here.

“The radical-honesty thing was getting in the way of running a store.” Read more here.

Judi Rosen and her ass-flattering jeans have returned to Manhattan. Read more here.

A wave of spontaneous apologies — over email, text, and Facebook — has followed in the wake of #MeToo. Read more here.

Under-researched and highly dismissed, migraines have made sufferers a resourceful bunch. Though a new promising drug might finally offer them relief. Read more here.

Miniature-making has long been viewed as an oddballish hobby akin to clockmaking, relegated to trade shows and obscure publications like the Nutshell News. But in the past few years, the miniac demographic has shifted to young artists and aesthetes who just happen to like objects more when they perch on the tip of a finger. Read more here.

Granny panties, funny hand cream, skinny carrots for the rabbit, and more

Mark Cuban is confident and articulate and he does this thing. The thing lands somewhere between a vocal tic and a debate strategy, a well-placed word that ensures he will — as I imagine he might say — crush the argument every time. The thing is this: while arguing or explaining, Cuban finishes his sentences with the word “right.” He disguises the right as a question, but really it’s the opposite: a flat, affectless confirmation of whatever he himself just said, a brief affirmative pause between one confident statement and the next. The answer to Mark’s right isn’t yes or no — it’s a shameful, conciliatory nod. Read more here.

A survey of the turrets about town — the city’s tiny medieval towers on the Upper West Side, in Crown Heights, and on Staten Island. Read more here.

“I first saw it on one of my mom friends,” said Ana Maria Pimentel, the fashion director at Neiman Marcus. “She said, oh it’s an Amazon coat. I bought it. Two weeks later, I went to a Soulcycle on 83rd and I was one of four people wearing it. And I think one of them was [socialite and creative consultant] Lauren DuPont.” Read more here.

It’s difficult not to see migraine as a woman’s disease, when migraines so disproportionately affect women.One out of four women will experience migraine in their lives, three times as many as men. And every woman who has suffered migraine has a story of dismissal — of being told their headaches were a symptom of anxiety or neuroticism, of not having a boyfriend, of being unable to handle the stresses of their everyday life. This year, my mother was prescribed Klonopin for her migraines, a female friend prescribed a strong sedative. So it’s difficult, too, not to see the lack of research into migraine treatment as a symptom of who most commonly inherits this disease. Read more here.

Walking around the city, one often encounters architectural anomalies: a glassy, undulating Gehry, say, or an alley of colorful Greek Revivals. But there are certain outliers that are so jarring, looking as if they’ve been plopped down from outer space or transported from rural Nebraska, they make you stop and wonder how they got there in the first place. Read more here.

Do you always wear sunglasses?
Always. Because it’s very invasive for somebody to look at you straight in the eye. Like, who let you into my eyes? Who let you in there? Read more here.

A couple months back, I asked AnneLaure Mais, the French designer behind Musier Paris, what home-good item she was hoping to procure next for her apartment. “A bust,” she said immediately. “I’m looking for the perfect plaster bust.” Read more here.

In the U.S. at least, the late-summer season marks the beginning of the school year. How kids commute to class might seem like the least of parents’ educational concerns, but the solutions reflect a daunting matrix of values and opportunities. Read more here.

After receiving training, McMahon established New York’s first licensed facility in 2005 and ran the clinic out of her Upper West Side co-op apartment. Eventually, she had 60-some birds convalescing in her home. “A seagull swimming in the tub,” she says, “nine kestrel falcons perched on their cages along the wall, eight baby sparrows in the living room.” McMahon continued to hold monthly co-op meetings in her apartment; the neighbors, she says, liked the sounds of the baby birds chirping. Read more here.

In early spring 1966, the photographer Larry Fink agreed to take a series of pictures for a literary magazine called East Side Review, edited by a man-about-town named Shepard Sherbell. “The story was about Andy,” says Sherbell. “In 1966, everything was about Andy.” Read more here.

The pharmacist, the dancer, and the retired dental assistant. Read more here.

“Really, Bergdorf’s is the total picture.” Read more here.