“Cool To You” is the third release of this year from Taylor Van Ginkel’s solo project, Teenage Priest. Written and produced by the Los Angeles artist, he expresses the struggle of wanting to be perceived as cool, despite straying from his internal desires.

One of the most radical and important ideas in the history of physics came from an unknown graduate student who wrote only one paper, got into arguments with physicists across the Atlantic as well as his own advisor, and left academia after graduating without even applying for a job as a professor. Hugh Everett’s story is one of many fascinating tales that add up to the astonishing history of quantum mechanics, the most fundamental physical theory we know of.

The minimal straight lines and sharp edges of modern interior design are giving way to curves, rounded corners, softer forms and sensual, sculptural shapes. Curvy and voluptuous furniture designs and proportions are back in style and ushering softer, more playful, even chubby shapes. Rotund, portly pieces in the new neutral shades of shades of peach, blush, olive, taupe and tobacco have been taking over are screens and feeds this autumn, filling them with softness and warmth. You can follow this trend with smaller sculptural pieces as well, such as pottery and ceramics, globe lamps, cylindrical ottomans, and handmade bowls.

Summer holidays is the best skincare that could possibly exist―not only are our bodies are more relaxed and rested, but spending these summer days with bare skin without any makeup (at least in my case) gets me to my best complexion.

“There is infinite hope,” Kafka tells us, “only not for us.” This is a fittingly mystical epigram from a writer whose characters strive for ostensibly reachable goals and, tragically or amusingly, never manage to get any closer to them. But it seems to me, in our rapidly darkening world, that the converse of Kafka’s quip is equally true: There is no hope, except for us.

WE SPENT MOST of the last week in Edinburgh on business, and have also been slowly emptying out the contents of our storage unit there, which means for the most part of the past few days, have been buried under an avalanche of old photographs and letters, and even came across a diary by my fourteen-year-old self. It’s been strange and exhausting living in the past, but it has also been an exercise in deciding what to keep and what to leave behind, what’s really important and what I really can’t live without.