The ceramist Carey Lowell has a deep need for decoration and an enduring love of architecture—and fortunately for her collectors, she is now channeling both into her exquisite porcelain temples. “My fantasy was to own a trimming shop, and this is my chance to express it,” says Lowell, who has been developing these pieces since 2023. While building them at her studio in Westchester, New York, using paper clay, she repeats a mantra—“May you be happy and free from suffering”—to infuse each piece with goodwill. “My intention for these is to remind myself when I look at it—or whoever is viewing it—to stop, come into the present moment, and breathe,” she says. “There are a lot of references to nature in them, because nature is the ultimate goddess for me.” Fair point, but these beauties are also worthy of worship. (from $2,000; careylowellceramics.com) —Ashley Baker

On the night of December 6, 1991, in Austin, Texas, four teenage-girl employees were murdered in a yogurt shop after closing up for the day. The person (or persons) who committed the crime has still not been caught. HBO’s The Yogurt Shop Murders, a gripping four-part documentary, centers around the grief of the victims’ families. “We don’t hear those stories because those people are so traumatized,” explains Barbara Ayres-Wilson, the mother of the two sisters who were killed. The documentary examines the history of this haunting cold case: a defendant put on death row on the basis of a false confession, the attempted murder of a police officer by one of the original defendants, and the relapse of the case into mystery. (hbo.com) —Jimmy Lux Fox

When you ride a motorcycle, the prospect of switching to a folding bike stirs up a lot of feelings. But mostly embarrassment. Those tiny wheels, that low-slung crossbar, a stilt-like seat—the proportions are enough to make a big man blush. But the T Line 4-speed from Brompton, the British company that turns out the crème de la crème of folding bikes, falls squarely into the category of “Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it.” At 17.64 pounds, the T Line is their lightest model and makes owning a bike and living in a walk-up something other than a punch line. Folding and unfolding is idiot-proof, the ride is smoother than you’d expect for something of its size, and shifting is a breeze. For those with an affinity for gears, or who live somewhere other than the rolling asphalt plains of Manhattan, there’s a 12-speed option. In an inconspicuous gray the company calls “Blasted Titanium,” you may even come around to the dwarfish silhouette of the thing. Like those outrageously large black plastic sunglasses old people wear, the T Line’s sheer functionality and self-assured design looks cooler the more you study it. ($5,850; us.brompton.com) —Nathan King

I don’t generally get my news from my 12-year-old son, but if it concerns a fragrance, he’s my source. Even before he experienced the woody, amber scent of Prada Paradigme, he was planning to wear it to the first day of seventh grade. But one whiff of the complex bouquet, which he describes as “sort of foresty, like you’ve been hiking in the mountains on a fall afternoon,” and he’s decided to wear it to pre-season soccer training. The fact that Tom Holland—who plays Spider-Man—is the newest Prada Beauty ambassador definitely adds to its appeal. ($165, prada-beauty.com) —Ashley Baker

Caviar Kaspia has entered its wellness era. The Parisian power-lunch spot has teamed up with Happier Grocery for an off-menu poke bowl that’s basically a flex in a compostable container. Comprising sushi rice, avocado, ponzu, wild-caught salmon, wakame, and a motherly dollop of caviar on top, the limited-edition bowl is an indulgence disguised as clean eating—and somehow the most reasonable way to enjoy caviar on a Tuesday. Grab one at Happier Grocery, in Tribeca, or Caviar Kaspia, at the Mark Hotel. ($55, caviarkaspiany.com) —Jen Noyes

The newly released hardcover of Oriol Maspons Ibiza, from Idea—a hip bookseller and publisher out of Dover Street Market—is now my current favorite collection of photography. The “sun-drenched, dressed-and-undressed, beach-to-disco” book comprises the late Spanish photographer’s snaps taken over the course of every summer he spent in Ibiza—from the late 60s to the late 80s. Beach bumming, tanga vendors, a milk-drenched hippie wedding ceremony, and a dude in a Pink Panther costume, the novel sexual freedom and sheer fun captured in Maspons’s pictures are an effervescent joy to imbibe. It’s like the coffee-table version of Randal Kleiser’s 1982 Summer Lovers. ($60, ideanow.online) —Spike Carter