Heeeeere’s Johnny … Pigozzi, that is. The French-Italian photographer, fashion designer, art collector, heir to C.E.O. of Simca automobiles, author of 11 books, and boyfriend to “hundreds” of girlfriends is now getting his own documentary. Brought to us by Julien Temple, the music-video director for the Sex Pistols, I Am Curious Johnny features interviews with glitzy friends such as Michael Douglas and Diane von Furstenberg (who makes clear that “big stars are Johnny’s groupies,” not the other way around). Dubbed the “father of the selfie,” Pigozzi cut his teeth doing just that, using his Leica Sofort to pose cheek to cheek with Mick Jagger, Iman, Candice Bergen, John Belushi, and so many others it earned him a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. All of which led Pigozzi to a few simple truths: “Business should be fun. Women like to have sex … and my best quality is curiosity.” (hbomax.com) —Carolina de Armas

There are lots of books about man’s best friend, but none as sweet or as beautiful as Dog Show. The slim volume of 25 poems by Billy Collins, the former U.S. Poet Laureate, is a tribute to canines and is complete with splendid watercolor illustrations by Pamela Sztybel. Best of all, you do not have to own one as a pet (or, more to the truth, be owned by one) to revel in verses like this one: “The way the dog trots out the front door / every morning / without hat or umbrella / without any money / or the keys to her dog house / never fails to fill the saucer of my heart / with milky admiration.” ($20, penguinrandomhouse.com) —Jim Kelly

Several years ago, my wife and I were in Paris looking for a place to eat. I asked my friend for a recommendation, and he couldn’t have more enthusiastically responded: Mokonuts. I called and, despite the café’s popularity, they had a spot for two within the hour. As soon as I stepped through the door, before I could say a word, an incredibly lovely woman greeted me with “Hi, Spike, your table is right here.” When I asked how she knew I was the person who’d called, she said I just looked like a Spike. That’s the kind of affable warmth Moko Hirayama shows to everyone who comes to Mokonuts, which she runs with her husband, Omar Koreitem. The restaurant’s food and atmosphere perfectly blend the couple’s Japanese and Lebanese backgrounds. And the cookies—tahini and black sesame; rosa coconut; and rye, cranberry, and dark chocolate—are not to be missed, whether at the restaurant or at home with Mokonuts: The Cookbook, courtesy of Phaidon. (mokonuts.com) —Spike Carter

In Anika Jade Levy’s new novel, Flat Earth, her sentences, meant to be oracular at the time they were written, are at their most colorful and precise when describing the absurdity of America’s great swing toward the right. She compares flat-earthers to New York’s downtown art scene-sters and peppers the narrative with recognizable yet distorted elements of our time: Infowars, ads promoting dubious supplements, transactional sex, and even a sentiment so simple and ingrained as closing one’s laptop and picking up one’s phone. Some have compared Levy to Renata Adler, but she is very much her own, capturing and shaping a world inextricably threaded with the cadences of the Internet. ($26, books.catapult.co) —Andie Blaine

Recent months have been a treat for devotees of a certain kind of … let’s call it smart, rootsy alt-rock. Vicki Peterson (the Bangles, Continental Drifters) and her husband, John Cowsill (the Cowsills, Beach Boys), released Long After the Fire, a tribute of sorts: the songs were all written by John’s late brothers, Barry and Bill Cowsill. It’s a well-crafted labor of love, with high points including the country-swing “Fool Is the Last One to Know” and “Come to Me,” a gorgeous pop ballad. More fine music from people who have already given us so much to enjoy, and they are still out touring. Grab any shows that might—if you’re lucky—come your way. (spotify.com) —George Kalogerakis

“I wish you had this in adult sizes,” shoppers would tell Cristina Villegas, the owner of Yoya, which offered kids clothes for 20 years in New York’s West Village. Now they do. The store was reborn in 2025 (after a pandemic-inspired hiatus) in an airy, refined space on the corner of Horatio and West Fourth, and admirers of Little Creative Factory’s cotton-lined, lace-brocaded pants for little girls can pair them back to the designer’s matching jacket for mom. While the majority of the shop is dedicated to colorful, sustainable, and mostly European kid clothes from the likes of Bobo Choses, Tia Cibani, and Molo, a single, uncrowded rack is shared by carefully curated contemporary, as well as vintage, women’s wear, sourced by Villegas’s daughter, Mila Boujnah. These include an early-90s Chloé suit in white piqué, Bill Blass from the 80s, and some truly rare finds, such as a 1930s linen dress by Jacques Heim. “The women’s collection complements the kids’,” Boujnah says. “It’s fashion for children—but I still want kids to be kids.” (yoyanyc.com) —John Ortved