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Ina, Manhattan (Chelsea) A plethora of secondhand designer merchandise to choose from. All the items — dresses, suits, blouses, shirts, ties, clutches, shoes — are in top-notch condition. Plenty are unique or hard to find. Whether you are buying or simply browsing, the staff are most civilized. They keep their distance and remain friendly. An airy shop (and one of three in Manhattan), it is well lit — not too bright, not too dim, just smooth and easy on the eye.

Natty Adams, New Orleans Natty Adams’s custom and ready-to-wear clothes are as natty as his first name (no pun intended). A New Yorker, he has set up shop in the heart of New Orleans’s French Quarter, a stone’s throw from the former residence of the playwright Tennessee Williams. Graced with a courtyard and a flowering garden, his shop has the best qualities of Paul Smith, Paul Stuart and Ralph Lauren with a youthful vigor all his own.

Crowley Vintage, Brooklyn (Dumbo) Sean Crowley, who formerly designed for Ralph Lauren, caters to gentlemen invested in unimpeachable elegance — those who are always in search of the perfect fit, the perfect fabric, the perfect shirts, trousers, shoes, scarves, ties and Mackintosh coats. All items are vintage, with innumerable more decades of wear left in them.

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Dover Street Market, Los Angeles Everybody in the store, the clientele and the sales people, are all hipper than you. Mostly dressed in black, they look like glamorous characters in an Italian movie. It’s very aspirational: If you just spent enough money, you too could be an artistic interesting person with a bohemian life.

The Los Angeles store (one of a few worldwide) is huge! You could get lost in it for days. Fortunately, I have a capable salesperson, Nathaniel, who looks like a stylish vampire and glides elegantly through the maze of fashion, always emerging with something surprising and unexpected for me to try on.

Buoyed by the seductive promise of Dover Street, I have purchased the most unlikely items. A Balenciaga coat that drags on the ground, a tiny Stephen Jones hat with a bright daisy blooming behind black voile and a furry Simone Rocha purse the size of a large dog.

I have not worn any of these items. I hoard them greedily in my closet waiting for the day when my fantasy life begins and I emerge grandly, my tiny daisy hat balanced precariously on my head, clutching my giant dog purse and Balenciaga trailing behind me.

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James Veloria, Manhattan (Chinatown) Some of the most insane vintage — think archive Jean Paul Gaultier and Tom-Ford-era Gucci. A place to go to for something one of a kind. The New York store (there’s another in Los Angeles) is on the second floor of a very unassuming shopping mall under the Manhattan Bridge. People are sometimes confused by the location at first, but once you arrive, you understand why you made the journey.

ESSX NYC, Manhattan (Lower East Side) The curation of designers and selection is so sharp. It’s catered toward downtown types who love fashion and aren’t afraid to stand out. I don’t shop in person very often. This is one of the few stores that I genuinely enjoy.

Just One Eye, Los Angeles Worth a visit even if you don’t buy anything. Fashion from brands like The Row and Prada sits alongside Damien Hirst artworks and Franco Albini furniture. When I was growing up in Los Angeles, I couldn’t dream of affording anything, but I would still stop by and leave inspired.

Desert Vintage, Manhattan (Lower East Side) One of the most tastefully curated vintage stores. You can find special pieces that no one else will be wearing. Upon walking in, you will want to become a person who can effortlessly throw on a caftan to run to the bodega for a bacon egg and cheese.

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Ted Muehling, Manhattan (TriBeCA) Mesmerizing jewelry and objects. You can’t stop yourself from wanting to touch and hold everything. The “rice” and “berries” earrings are the perfect gift — for yourself or for anyone.

Staklena Kuća, Los Angeles Shopping here is like looking through a well-assorted closet: You might like half of everything in it, and half of it might not be for you (this time). The store strikes the hard balance between over-curated and overwhelming. Vintage tees, embroidered satin slippers — this place has those and more.

Drop Your Jeans, Covina, Calif. An excellent selection of vintage work wear, from Levi’s cutoffs to dead-stock Dickies to worn-in Carhartt jackets. A large poster selection is another reason to go.

Bliss’ Department Store, Shelter Island Heights, N.Y. A seriously vintage jolt of Americana. The store is aptly named. Its third-generation family owner purveys the blissful necessities of life. Recently bought there by me: water bootees, a hoodie, sewing supplies, a jaunty hat and super glue.

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Modern Appealing Clothing, San Francisco The merch edit is primo and eccentric, but also wearable. We’re talking Comme des Garçons, Sacai, Walter Van Beirendonck and many other avant-gardists, plus a plethora of strange footwear. The brother-and-sister owners have built a loyal following by treating every customer like an old pal. Clothes sold here will make you appear more interesting than you are, which should always be the primary goal of fashion.

J.C. Western Wear, West Palm Beach, Fla. A family-owned vestige of “Old Florida” with a staggering selection of nonchalant head-to-toe cowboy duds: jeans, boots, cowboy hats and belts and buckles for men, women and children. Another (larger) location in Jupiter is across the street from Dune Dog Café, an old-school alfresco Florida eatery.

Maxfield, Los Angeles A store that all others watch, it specializes in audacious new ideas and strange vintage artifacts. It has maintained its mystique for half a century, a gob-smacking accomplishment for any store, with an exquisite edit of every headline making designer — from Rick Owens to The Elder Statesman to Willy Chavarria — and exclusive sneaker and jewelry collaborations.

Stand Up Comedy, Portland, Ore. An under-the-radar women’s wear institution with a chic but unwaveringly funky vision. It’s stocked with independent designers whose work verges on art practice: Bless, Julia Heuer and Martine Rose, to name a few. Walking into the space — a former jewelry store that was barely altered, with plush blue carpeting and glowing vitrines — feels a little like being on the set of a David Lynch movie.

Rennes, Philadelphia Rennes often gets rare artisan lines from Europe and Japan before any other shop in North America. Spindly-legged tables inside the light filled space in Philadelphia’s Old City neighborhood hold stacks of Japan-made socks, and exquisite linen dresses hang from Shaker-style pegboards lining the walls. It could feel precious, but it’s not.

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Slash Denim, Berkeley, Calif. The most magical pant-buying experience. Go around the main storefront into the basement entrance in the back. There, among the musky piles of vintage Levi’s, you will be confronted by three denim witches — or veteran saleswomen — not unlike the witches in “Macbeth.” They will look you up and down, converse with each other in Levi’s-ese (514 or a 551?) and conjure a perfect pair of jeans for you.

Bungee Space, Manhattan (Lower East Side) The shop feels funky and haphazard, like rifling through your cool cousin’s dorm room. It’s a bookstore, a zine distributor, an events center and one of my favorite places to discover new and emerging designers. You’re just as likely to pick up an SC103 handbag or a Comme des Garçons shirt as you are to learn about a couturier who makes dresses from T-shirts or an artisanal women’s wear collective from Guatemala. You feel absolutely welcome to try on clothes, leaf through books, buy a cup of tea or maybe have a conversation.

Front General Store, Brooklyn (Dumbo) The curation is irresistible: vitrines of sterling silver jewelry, racks of vintage French chore coats and Issey Miyake Pleats Please, rows of colorful pens and milk glass mugs. A very very back room is where they keep cowboy shirts from the 1920s, Aloha shirts from the 1940s, all kinds of rare military surplus and souvenir jackets. If a garment looks like it has a story behind it, just ask one of the very kind shopkeepers. They’ll tell you.

Ven. Space, Brooklyn (Carroll Gardens) It carries some of the best men’s designers from around the world, some established (Dries Van Noten), some emerging (Auralee), some medium-size (Lemaire), some tiny (Unkruid). The store has not merely managed without e-commerce, but thrived. Pop in on a Thursday at 3 p.m. and the place will be full. Small touches speak to a broader philosophy at work: For instance, custom hanger covers that hide clothes’ tags, so that you focus on the garment before you know who made it.

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Evan Kinori, San Francisco As a designer, Evan Kinori works slowly and carefully, refining a small set of minimalist designs that tend not to change much from season to season. He uses very special fabrics, many of them developed custom with Japanese mills and dye-houses, and the result is clothes that look cool in photos but truly come alive in person. He sells them at an airy store on the southern edge of the Mission district, along with ceramics and hand-loomed textiles.

Funky Finds, Des Moines, Iowa It’s two floors. Browsing feels like stepping back in time: There’s an expansive collection of home goods and records, but the vintage clothes really stand out. Men’s, women’s, kids — everything on the racks is in exceptional condition and priced very affordably. I bought my senior prom dress here over a decade ago.

Old Gold, Burlington, V.T. Organized, affordable vintage denim. You won’t get the hands-on experience that some vintage retailers offer these days, but it’s not too overwhelming — light curation, approachable prices and a clean setting.

Westerlind, Millerton, N.Y. An insane curation of heritage brands, stunning design and, at this location (one of six), a darling pantry section in the back. Sales associates are kind and extremely knowledgeable about the area. I found a new real estate agent here while my husband was trying on pants.

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Ontario Mall Antiques, Farmington, N.Y. A great antique mall with an excellent jewelry collection, ranging from costume to fine.

Departamento, Los Angeles Great for discovery, with brands I have often never heard of alongside established names like The Row and Wales Bonner. It might have the best men’s buy in America. What I am most interested in when I go into a shop is organization and presentation. Are the products laid out in a thoughtful way? Departamento takes the cake in terms of design.

Scully & Scully, Manhattan (Upper East Side) It’s like Disneyland for refinement. The Park Avenue shop, founded in 1934, sells everything from silver money clips to horse head cuff links to diamond necklaces. It has a doorman and the shopkeepers are as refined as the merchandise. I shop for canes here — the most ornate canes, made with silver duck, fox and owl handles. When I’m walking with one in New York, as tough a city as it is, people become tender to me.

JJ Hat Center, Manhattan (Midtown) One of the city’s oldest hat shops, it’s a narrow store with chandeliers and hats stacked atop each other everywhere you look — fedoras, homburgs, Stetsons, trilbies. There are always people in front of mirrors trying hats on, this way and that, like Humphrey Bogart. Even if you don’t wear hats, you can be initiated into the hat world here. I’ve been buying hats here for 30 years.

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Fashion Full Circle, West Hollywood, Calif. A vintage and consignment shop with a large clothing section. But I go for the shoes. Hundreds of heels, bootees, sneakers — you can find fun and unique footwear here.

Aralda Vintage, Los Angeles A funky, tried-and-true vintage store started by a former model. A great selection, especially of dresses — some outfits from the TV show “Euphoria” were sourced here. The space’s bright orange walls and neon signs make shopping feel a bit like a game.

Allens Boots, Austin I never considered wearing cowboy boots until visiting this place (which has two locations). Thousands of styles line the walls and racks. I bought a black pair with white stars. They make me feel powerful.

Circa, New Bedford, Mass. Walking in for the first time felt like walking into a 1930s Coney Island fun house with mannequins in old costumes and the most beautiful old outfits everywhere. I wasn’t sure if you were supposed to buy the clothes or just admire them. The owner was incredibly friendly.

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The Quality Mending Co., Manhattan (East Village) It’s what you’d imagine a New York City vintage store to look and smell like — the CBGB of vintage stores. Old Levi’s, worn-in tees, tinted sunglasses, lots of attractive people shopping. The best selection of vintage punk t- shirts. Most are out of my price range, but they’re such beautiful relics of the past.

Just One Eye, Los Angeles Stepping inside the bright airy space is exciting and inspiring. I’ve found some of my favorite pieces here. It’s like walking into an art gallery or museum, except you’re allowed to touch. The clothing, jewelry and housewares are beautifully curated — unique items from local artisans, along with clothing and shoes from big-name brands.

The Webster, Manhattan (SoHo) It’s big enough that you feel like you are shopping around, but still small enough that it feels quaint (there are 13 locations). Right when you walk in, you get hit with the store’s signature scent. It is the best smelling scent.

Heart and Lou’s, Manhattan (Lower East Side) A woman-owned vintage shop — I love the shoes.

Lucia Boutique, Saratoga Springs, N.Y. The cutest little women’s clothing store outside Albany, my hometown.

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A’maree’s, Newport Beach, Calif. It’s in an impressive building on the water: You can pull up in a boat, dock and come inside for some shopping and a cocktail. The selection is upmarket — the Row, Alaïa, Gabriela Hearst — and is merchandised in a loose, fun way.

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‘Hellions’ author Julia Elliott wins $150K fiction prize

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Author Julia Elliott won for her short story collection Hellions.

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Writer Julia Elliott has won this year’s Carol Shields Prize for Fiction for her short story collection Hellions. The award honors work by women and nonbinary authors in the U.S. and Canada.

Elliott, who also authored the novel The New and Improved Romie Futch and the short story collection The Wilds, is known for blending elements of Southern gothic horror, surrealism and fairy tale. Hellions, published in 2025, includes stories set against backdrops like a plague-stricken medieval convent, a feminist art colony, and small Southern towns.

“This eerie, eclectic, genre-leaping collection takes no half-measures; every sentence of Hellions crackles or crawls,” wrote the prize jury in a statement. “Here, human folly moves against a backdrop of horror and magic … But for all its wildness, there is tremendous control.”

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The prize, named after a Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist, awards $150,000 to one winner each year. Novels, short story collections, and graphic novels by women and nonbinary authors are eligible.

This year’s finalists included Quiara Alegría Hudes (The White Hot), Lee Lai (Cannon), Megha Majumdar (A Guardian and a Thief), and Sonya Walger (Lion). They will each receive $12,500.

The Carol Shields Prize went to writer Canisia Lubrin in 2025.

You can listen to actor Donna Lynne Champlin read Elliott’s story “Hellion” on the Death, Sex & Money podcast here.

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Cats: The Jellicle Ball” has received nine Tony nominations, including one for Qween Jean, the costume designer. Our chief fashion critic, Vanessa Friedman, joins our chief theater critic Helen Shaw to talk with Qween Jean and to uncover some of the show’s hidden references.

By Helen Shaw, Vanessa Friedman, Léo Hamelin, Laura Salaberry and Sutton Raphael

June 2, 2026

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Inside the all-masc lesbian and translesbian revue electrifying L.A. nightlife

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Inside the all-masc lesbian and translesbian revue electrifying L.A. nightlife

At around 1 in the morning at the Sassafras Saloon in Hollywood, four masc lesbians in cowboy hats and chaps were dancing on top of the bar while bartenders attempted to continue making espresso martinis beneath them.

One performer crawled into the crowd and between the spread legs of an audience member, licking the air between their thighs. Another wrapped a belt around their girlfriend’s neck while thrusting against her to Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name.” The ravenous audience, almost entirely women, fluttered dollar bills all around, while easily filling the saloon’s 300-person capacity.

Across Los Angeles, countless strip clubs and revue shows were unfolding at that same hour, though none quite like this and likely few provoking this level of frenzy. The night had all the riotous energy of a scene from “Coyote Ugly,” with the choreographed masculinity of “Magic Mike.” Playing on the latter’s name, this was the doing of Magic Mascs, an all-masc lesbian and translesbian revue, by sapphics for sapphics.

Skye Valentinez, from left, Alexa Legend, Daddii Syd and King Captain are members of Magic Mascs, an all-masc lesbian and translesbian collective, that started in February.

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“Our idea was to give lesbians what men get all the time at a strip club, but instead of just sitting around and singing ‘Pink Pony Club,’ actually going wild,” said group founder Daddii Syd, a.k.a. Syd Latimore.

The performers, self-described “daddies” — Daddii Syd, Alexa Legend, Skye Valentinez and King Captain — formed Magic Mascs in February. The performance at the Saloon was their third overall, but the group has already become an institution within lesbian nightlife in Los Angeles. They will make their debut during a Pride Month performance on Friday at Womxn Pride’s rooftop party in downtown L.A.

The members come from professional dance backgrounds. King Captain entered dance school at age 12 and taught dance for nearly a decade. Daddii Syd has danced since childhood. Alexa Legend spent years go-go dancing across clubs in the city before joining the troupe. Skye Valentinez, the baby of the group — cherub-faced, smiling through braces — is the newest to performing, though she steps into it naturally, exhibiting the same living, breathing caricature of masculinity as the rest of them.

“No one’s trying to be cisgender,” King Captain makes clear. “We’re not trying to be the kind of men who are born into and fed by patriarchy,” Daddii Syd added. “We’re redefining masculinity.”

King Captain gets their underwear stuffed with dollar bills from the crowd.

King Captain gets their underwear stuffed with dollar bills from the crowd.

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Magic Mascs’ success follows a broader trend of lesbians confidently stepping into masculinity before hungry eyes. In the past year, performative masc competitions have appeared across the country, with lesbians — hair slicked back and carabiners dangling from their Carhartt jeans — showing off in front of leering crowds. Magic Mascs feels like a more professionalized version of that phenomenon, less tongue-in-cheek — just tongue.

“We always knew there was a huge hunger for this,” Daddii Syd said.

Their first performance, in San Diego, sold out fast.

“I knew right away we were onto something special,” Daddii Syd said.

Videos of the troupe traveled far across sapphics’ algorithms, especially clips of King Captain, whose devoted fan base — known collectively as “The Castle” — make arduous trips just to see them in the flesh. One fan drove more than 20 hours from Dallas to San Diego to see Magic Mascs. Another sent an edible fruit bouquet from Australia.

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Backstage, every gesture from the troupe was ultra-confident. Captain, wearing briefs stuffed with a sock full of rice, talked to me with a leg cocked on the footrest of my stool. Daddii Syd, Alexa Legend and Skye Valentinez stood pelvis-forward, hands behind their heads, flexing ropey muscles. They loved the camera, eyeing it like prey while tipping the brims of their cowboy hats. (“You guys are like the modern-day Beatles,” our photographer said.)

King Captain gets the Hollywood crowd into a frenzy during a recent show.

King Captain gets the Hollywood crowd into a frenzy during a recent show.

Everything in the show revolved around their hips. The performers rolled and glided before delivering sudden, mechanical thrusts powerful enough to rattle nearby glasses. Their bodies were taut with effort and exaggerated lust. Daddii Syd performed with her girlfriend Jamie in matching plaid, not leaving much to the imagination as they licked whipped cream off each other.

Alexa Legend, who described herself as shy offstage, eventually stripped down to nipple pasties and a cowboy hat, firing confetti from her crotch into the crowd. King Captain swerved their hips like a powerful mechanical bull. “Oh, Captain, my captain,” someone in the crowd said, hand pressed dramatically to her forehead.

They paid particular attention to a woman in a wheelchair in the crowd — typical of their performances — asking if they could sit on the wheelchair. They received keen consent. “That was, um, very nice,” she told me after, still a little lost for words.

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“We’re huge on consent,” Daddii Syd said. At the start of the show, they told the crowd to cross their arms in a Wakanda Forever pose if they didn’t wish to be touched. They checked in constantly while moving through the crowd, leaning close to ask questions like, “Is this OK?” and “Anywhere you don’t like to be touched?”

Captain learned these habits through work in intimacy coordination and under the mentorship of Tonia Sina, among the first professional intimacy coordinators in Hollywood. That ethos of care extended beyond their interactions with the audience and into the way they interacted with one another offstage.

Performer King Captain of Magic Mascs take a tip from a fan.

“We want everyone in the crowd to feel gorgeous,” King Captain said before the recent show at Sassafras Saloon in Hollywood.

Performer King Captain, left, and Lauren Henson, a stage kitten for the group, perform together on the bar.

King Captain, left, and Lauren Henson, a stage kitten for the Magic Mascs, perform together on the bar.

Forming a sanctuary for themselves was just as important to the troupe as emboldening others’ desire. “It’s hard to find other masc friends,” Daddii Syd said. “Everybody’s weirdly competitive and trying to sabotage each other.” King Captain agreed, asking: “Why can’t we all be daddies at the same time?”

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Daddii Syd and King Captain, who are both in their 30s, had little butch representation or friendship growing up and they have now become something like father figures to Alexa Legend and Skye Valentinez, who are in their 20s.

“We have to protect each other,” King Captain said. “We have to look out for each other.”

Daddii Syd put her arm around Skye Valentinez and said: “Look at this beautiful baby we have.”

That tenderness carried straight into the night. There was a striking seriousness to the whole performance, which spanned from just past 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. Unlike a bachelorette party or the typical male revue, there was no giggling in the room, and no wink of camp from the performers. Here was a rare claim to unabashed public sapphic desire; it was given the scale and seriousness routinely afforded to heterosexual display, like the gleeful bravado of a man striding into Hooters.

By the end of the night at Sassafras Saloon, the performers had stripped down nearly to nothing, pouring water over themselves while the audience roared. The atmosphere felt like one of collective release, a recognition that masculinity and desire don’t belong only to men — that a group of four masc lesbians can be horny, inspire horniness and ultimately stir a hysteria that once greeted Channing Tatum or even the Beatles.

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It was the magnitude of the response that night at the Saloon, as on every other night they’ve performed, that’s inspiring their next moves: total domination in sum. The troupe is already planning a national tour through Florida, Dallas and Sacramento, though Daddii Syd’s ambitions extend much further.

“The idea,” she told me, “is to go global. Like a boy band.”

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