No offense to the New Balance grandpa running shoes, but for some of us, it was never a love affair. The same cannot be said for Louis Vuitton’s new LV Sneakerina, painstakingly imagined by Nicolas Ghesquière as a compromise between the comfort of a sneaker and the elegance of a ballet flat. It comes in all sorts of materials and colors—technical satin, sequin embroidery, mesh, and leather—however, the goal here is not to overwhelm an outfit but to energize it. The Sneakerina’s slight profile means that it is destined to be packed, making it the perfect addition to your summer-vacation wardrobe. ($975, louisvuitton.com) —Ashley Baker

I own only one sweater that I truly love, procured years ago from Margaret Howell. But unfortunately for me, cherishing an article of clothing means over-wearing it, which inevitably makes it begin to pill. Enter the Sweater Stone. Made out of recycled glass, it’s a pumice-like stone that restores garments like new. Far more effective—not to mention, environmentally friendly—than battery-powered fabric shavers, it has an abrasive surface texture that manages to expertly remove pills and balls from all sorts of fabrics, including gentle cashmere. After just one session of brushing with the Sweater Stone, that beloved sweater of mine looked fully renewed. Bonus: the manufacturer even recommends it for use on upholstery, towels, and bedding in need of a refresh. (Price available upon request, sweaterstone.com) —Spike Carter

In Russia, there’s a long-standing inside joke known as “bald-hairy,” which refers to the peculiar pattern of the country’s leadership over the past two centuries—alternating between state leaders with full heads of hair and those without. In reverse order: Vladimir Putin (bald), Dmitry Medvedev (hairy), Vladimir Putin (bald), Boris Yeltsin (hairy), and so on. But what about here, in the U.S.A.? In Combing Through the White House, the executive editor of the Encyclopedia Britannica, Theodore Pappas, dives into the crew cuts and comb-overs of America’s 45 presidents—including whatever you’d call Donald Trump’s hairdo. Ever wonder how Abraham Lincoln’s often messy side part played a role in his assassination? Or how J.F.K. modeled his look after James Bond? This is the one book that can tell you. ($24.99, amazon.com) —Jack Sullivan

There is no future without honoring one’s past—that’s why Nina Runsdorf launched her highly anticipated Archive Collection, celebrating the 20th anniversary of her namesake brand, which she runs with her daughter Alexa. Featuring pieces crafted in sterling silver with brown topaz accents, the collection pays homage to the jeweler’s first designs, created in her early 20s and reimagined for today. The shiny, chunky, and sculptural jewelry seems like something Georgia O’Keeffe would have worn in the New Mexico desert. (from $375, ninarunsdorf.com) —Gracie Wiener

It seems impossible—and also a little foolhardy—to write a novel set in the #MeToo movement as it reached its fulminating peak in 2017 with the toppling of Harvey Weinstein. There are so many trip wires blocking the way. Ken Kalfus has written a novel that proves it can be done: A Hole in the Story is nuanced, sure-footed, dryly funny, and unpredictable. If there were such a thing as a social-mores thriller, this would be it. The setting is a wonky Washington magazine (think The New Republic) where the revered editor is confronted by a sexual predation he made in 1999, back when Bill Clinton was struggling to avoid impeachment over the Monica Lewinsky scandal. Trump, in his second term, has reduced “cancel culture” to an insult aimed at woke-loving Democrats. A Hole in the Story restores its meaning in a complex human drama that is disturbing and totally addictive. ($26, milkweed.org) —Alessandra Stanley

For chef Woldy Reyes, who grew up in a Filipino household in the United States, food was a flashpoint of his different worlds. At school, while his American classmates ate peanut-butter sandwiches and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, Reyes had lunches of steamed rice and fragrant adobo his mother had packed him. Adding to his sense of otherness, Reyes says, was the fact that “I’m gay, I have a disability, and I was overweight.” Eventually, however, food became a way for Reyes to bring together the disparate aspects of his identity. In his new cookbook, In the Kusina, he puts his own spin on the nostalgic Filipino dishes of his childhood. The recipes, all vegetarian, are sorted by season: from crispy lemon dill rice for the spring, to oyster mushroom skewers for the summer. In addition to recipes, Reyes also provides a guide for stocking a Filipino-American pantry—an invaluable resource for any cooks looking to spice up their repertoire. ($35, amazon.com) —Paulina Prosnitz