The Verdict on the New Helmut Lang

Once, back in the early 2000s, I owned a black Helmut Lang pantsuit. That was a time when even the word “pantsuit” kind of made me cringe, but there was something about how this one was cut — three-button, single-breasted jacket and flat-front (but louche) pants — that skewed all its establishment implications. It made…

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Get the Baby to the Doctor

“Mommy forgot the car key,” I said. “Silly Mommy!” Even I had to admit my voice sounded deranged. I wheeled us right, then left, then left again. We were moving at a wild speed because despair was following close behind. I raced it back to our street with the row of brownstones, their gracious stairs.…

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