When Kristin Scott Thomas was five, her father, a military pilot, died in a training accident. Her mother would re-marry—another pilot—and he, too, was killed; Thomas was 11. A father and a stepfather, both gone in six years. In My Mother’s Wedding, Thomas brings this story to the big screen, but with some fictionalized elements. The film centers on three sisters—the emotionally reserved eldest (Scarlett Johansson), the unpredictable middle child (Sienna Miller), and the youngest, who attempts to hold it all together (Emily Beecham). Many years have passed, and when the three return home for their mother’s third wedding, each sister is dysfunctional in her own distinct, often amusing way. My Mother’s Wedding was co-written by Thomas, and it marks her debut as a director. If that weren’t enough, she plays the mother, and in the role delivers a sweeping monologue about love and loss. (amctheatres.com) —Elena Clavarino

My dedication to having a bouncy blowout proves the old adage that you can take the girl out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the girl. Thankfully, a small, lime-green, single-windowed room overlooking Manhattan’s Canal Street, Mian Tian Sing, helps me accomplish this mission. A Chinatown walk-in, cash-only, no-frills hair salon, it offers a range of praiseworthy services. (The 15-minute head massage alone makes battling the swarms of tourists while en route worth it.) A few tips from a seasoned visitor: bring a photo of the blowout you would like, and make sure to stop by Fay Da Bakery around the corner afterward. (instagram.com) —Gracie Wiener

Calling all Midtown Manhattan shoppers: there’s a new kid on the block. House of Dior New York has arrived at the corner of 57th Street and Madison Avenue, and the French fashion house’s new flagship unfolds over four glorious, Peter Marino–designed floors. The Belgian landscape designer Peter Wirtz has created an interior garden that can be glimpsed through the windows, and inside, a full bounty of men’s wear, women’s wear, accessories, and fine jewelry await. A Dior Spa—the first in the United States—occupies the fourth floor and includes four treatment rooms targeting both body and face. Directly next door is a separate Dior Maison boutique, which will include candles and trays in the house’s signature newspaper print. They make excellent gifts, too. (dior.com) —Ashley Baker

Joshua Mohr’s Viking Punk trilogy is a feral, genre-bending fever dream where Norse mythology collides with the grit of Oakland’s underworld punk scene. The series revolves around Saint the Terrifying, a one-eyed, antler-crowned ex-con, schooled in Norse martial arts by a bear, now plying his unlikely trade as a detective in the Bay Area. While hunting down gear stolen from local bands, Saint falls for the enigmatic singer Trick Wilma in this inventive detective story that Mohr describes as “one 1,000-page saga that we’re serializing.” Even more imaginative than the characters is Mohr’s prose, which is at once raw and rhythmic, channeling mosh-pit chaos with poetic precision. Writing doesn’t get more original. The trilogy is being published in paperback original over an 18-month period, with the second installment (The Wolf Wants Answers) having just been published in June, and the final installment coming in the spring of 2026. ($18, unnamedpress.com) —Bill Keenan

If the state of the world has you jonesing to get away from it all, Louis Vuitton is here to help. Artistic director Nicolas Ghesquière’s latest addition to the house’s family of handbags was designed with travelers in mind. The Express, as it’s called, was the original name of Vuitton’s treasured Speedy bag. With its soft construction and array of handles, it’s well suited for all sorts of adventures, but we prefer it when slung over the shoulder, en route to an airport or, even better, a train station. With three sizes and five colors to choose from, there’s an Express for every persuasion. Expect to see one at a first-class lounge near you in the immediate future. ($4,500; louisvuitton.com) —Ashley Baker

Underneath the Chelsea Hotel is Teruko—a new, elegant part sushi restaurant, part speakeasy with dim lights lining the dark-wooded ceilings. The moment you enter, your eyes are met with the illuminated collection of Japanese whiskey, the largest in the Western hemisphere. The restaurant is named after the artist Teruko Yokoi, and each dish is its own little artwork. In Manhattan, one finds that gorgeous restaurants don’t always have gorgeous food, but Teruko is a mystical and gothic place serving painterly dishes, beginning with a briny, smoky dashi broth in a tiny glass, preparing the palate. I ate speechlessly, savoring the tuna appetizer, with its textures of scallion and small beads of mustard seeds against the smoothness of the fish. Each bite of nigiri or Wagyu was its own show of flavor and texture. I highly recommend trying one of their many whiskeys. I went for Fuyu’s Iwai, chestnut-cask edition. (hotelchelsea.com) —Andie Blaine