Imagine you’re on a beach. Imagine you’re floating through clouds. Imagine a day in the future that does not trigger use of the word unprecedented. Thoughts like these qualify as escapism in this time of relentless churning and brute stillness. The adage “no news is good news” shimmers like a desert oasis. Who among us isn’t thirsty?
In the meantime, there are avenues for reprieve. This edition of Pretty, Please—a recurring roundup of skin-care finds, wellness essentials, and beautiful things—tiptoes between wholesome and surreal, as befits this stretch of January seemingly directed by David Lynch. On the side of creature comforts, there is a first-of-the-season olive oil, bright and herbaceous, along with a movement-oriented stretch class designed to safely wring out stagnation. On the side of sublime wonder, there are just four words: gold lamé oven mitt. (It’s not flammable, however much it might look so, jokes its maker, fashion designer Batsheva Hay.) There’s levity to be found in twisted domesticity, and reward in venturing out too—if you find your way to Carl Craig’s techno sound installation, Party/After-Party, at New York’s Dia:Beacon. Cathartic dancing in an empty room sounds like a good-enough inaugural ball to me.
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