Emilia Petrarca

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Every spring for the last 45 years, the Fund for Park Avenue has filled the planter beds from 54th Street to 86th Street with thousands of colorful tulips, providing New Yorkers with a short but powerful burst of happiness after a long, dark winter. “Officially the best week of the year in NYC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” said Upper East Side resident Becky Malinsky in a post on Instagram at the end of April, when flowers started blooming.

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This week, New York magazine published a cover story titled, “It Must Be Nice to Be a West Village Girl.” Written by Brock Colyar, it identifies the memeable stereotype of the Pilates-loving, Cartier Love bracelet-wearing, TikTok-famous young woman who can reliably be found sipping spritzes in Manhattan with a group of friends dressed just like her. She’s 23, “basic,” and proud of it. (Why shouldn’t she be? She’s living her best life.) You’ve probably seen her around.

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Last month, when Hannah La Follette Ryan shared her subway dispatch with us, spring was faking us out, and dressing for the weather was a challenge. Now, instead of April fools, she can’t stop seeing foulards. After spending 72 hours in Paris photographing riders on the métro, she’s got a new problem for you to solve: Can you tell the difference between a chic Parisian rider and a New York one…?

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What do you wear to talk to people about divorce? If there’s one person who knows how to answer this, it’s Canadian writer Haley Mlotek, whose book, No Fault: A Memoir of Romance and Divorce, came out in February. As she explains in the first few chapters, Haley’s “entire world” was divorce. Growing up, her glamorous grandmother referred to her “husbands,” plural, and her mother worked as a divorce mediator out of an office in the family basement.

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April rules. It’s my birthday month, so I’m biased. But it always reminds everyone what it feels like to be happy, and you forget how depressed you were back when it got dark at 5 PM. At the top of the month, I went to Milan for Salone and visited Venice for the first time since I was a teenager, which I’ll tell you more about later. (BIG SURPRISE.) Back in New York, I was out and about, enjoying the weather and visiting cool places and new stores.