Through pastel palettes and recurring motifs of sunflowers, Agnès Varda crafts a poignant meditation on marriage, love, and life’s absurdities in Le Bonheur. Set in the suburbs of Paris, the 1965 canonical film follows a young married couple, François (Jean-Claude Drouot) and Thérèse (Claire Drouot), who live contentedly with their two children, working as a carpenter and seamstress during the week and frolicking to the countryside on the weekends. Despite their apparent happiness, François takes a mistress (Marie-France Boyer) without remorse, setting in motion a tragedy that leaves its least deserving character the happiest. (primevideo.com) —Eve Eismann

Long before Osama bin Laden became the world’s most infamous terrorist, there was Carlos the Jackal, who burst into the international spotlight as the black-bereted Venezuelan mastermind behind the kidnapping of OPEC ministers in Vienna in 1975. Negotiations led to an Austrian plane ferrying the hostages and captors to Algeria, where some were released, and then onward to Libya and Aden. Ransoms were paid, with Carlos taking much of the $50 million himself, leading him to be banished from the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. No matter: Carlos continued his string of murders, hijackings, and bombings on behalf of other sponsors and in campaigns to free associates. In The Jackal, Joby Warrick brilliantly re-creates those years of terror with the Jackal always the compelling focus, and in an astounding epilogue meets the man himself in a French prison, still very much alive in his mid-70s, after being captured in the Sudan in 1994. Is Prisoner No. 11939 repentant? Find out for yourself in this finely detailed and utterly absorbing book, which reads like a thriller of the highest order. ($30, simonandschuster.com) —Jim Kelly

New Yorkers won’t want to hear this. Parisians and Milanese, even less so. But the greatest store in the world (and the style set’s best-kept secret) is located in Newport Beach, California. Its name? A’maree’s. Founded by Nancy Brown in 1976 and now run by her daughters Dawn, Denise, and Apryl, the boutique—housed in a former 1960s steak house—restored my faith in retail when I visited earlier this month. They stock names you will struggle to find anywhere else and spot talent early on. (Dawn told me they were one of the first to carry the Row.) The fashion cognoscenti travel far and wide to reach A’maree’s, and Newport Beach’s finest rock up dockside in their yachts, margaritas in hand. But if you can’t make the pilgrimage yourself, fear not: their storied summer sale just started online. (amarees.com) —Victoria Herman

The Internet is full of useless slop—uncurated, jarring, and often vile. John Mannheimer’s Instagram account, Good Shirts, is the exception. He started it in 2019 to document the rare (and very amusing) T-shirts he came across while living in Hanoi, Vietnam. Seven years later, the account has amassed more than half a million followers and evolved into a cult-favorite online shop, selling graphic tees emblazoned with Zeitgeist-y one-liners like “Odyssey this, Odyssey that. You Odyssey a therapist,” alongside caps embroidered with bleak but accurate observations such as “Men used to go to war. Now they watch Love Island on purpose.” Pearl-clutchers beware: some of the designs veer into decidedly crude territory. But if you have a sense of humor, you’ll be very glad you hit that Follow button. (instagram.com) —Gabriella Maestri

It’s not often that British skin care inspires much conversation, but Reome gives us plenty to talk about. Formulated using biotechnology and biofermentation, its science-driven products are designed to restore balance to the skin without overwhelming it or compromising its barrier. Technical jargon aside, the six-product line feels undeniably luxurious. With names like Active Recovery Broth and Three Suns Balm, Reome evokes the impeccably curated vanity of a very elegant mother-in-law rather than a dermatologist’s office. Better yet, the brand has finally launched in the United States, so there’s no need to hop across the pond to get your hands on it. (reome.com) —Gracie Wiener

Now regarded as Paul Simon’s magnum opus, Graceland turns 40 this month—a fitting excuse for AIR MAIL to revisit it. For those unfamiliar with the story, the odds were stacked against Simon. A 60s and 70s artist navigating the 80s could have been a recipe for disaster, and the decade had begun that way for Simon, amid his fallout with Art Garfunkel and the dissolution of his marriage to Carrie Fisher. Instead, Graceland became a playful but reflective collection of songs that chronicle Simon’s reconnection with music. Recording parts in apartheid-era South Africa, Simon worked improvisationally with session musicians, building songs from jams and writing lyrics afterward to fit the music. The result blends folk, rock, Afrofunk, twang, and cross-pollinated South African, South American, and Southern American rhythms, with harmonica, horns, beachy guitar tones, and early experiments with digital effects on analog instruments. A steady, churning pulse runs beneath collaborations with Los Lobos, the Boyoyo Boys, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Linda Ronstadt, and others. Even its more serious songs retain Simon’s wit and optimism, while “You Can Call Me Al” remains an 80s anthem. (spotify.com) —Cassidy Sollazzo