Planning for the Queen’s death. Plus: Nabokov’s fondness for mauve; why ugliness is a virtue; and a town 100 miles from Hope


Anyone who has tried to coax something sensible out of me for the past month will know that I have been involved in a seemingly all-consuming little project: a wedding. It took place on April 1st and it was magical.

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Why Indigo-blue wine is verboten

A Texan bill that would fine men $100 for masturbating

Wool: less jumper, more art

Why the Himba, a nomadic tribe living in Namibia, see details more clearly and filter out distractions more accurately than other people

S-Town. Have you listened to it yet? If not, why not?

A beautiful essay by a dying woman explaining why some other woman may, one day, be lucky enough to marry her widower

Stephen Bayley argues that ugliness is a virtue

My review of a wonderful documentary follows three inhabitants of Uncertain, a dying Texan town some 100 miles south-west of Hope

The best and worst places in the world to be a working woman

One day soon the Queen will die. The plan in place for this event is exacting

Vladimir Nabokov, a synesthesiac, really liked the word ‘mauve

How Everett Raymond Kinstler got eight presidents to sit still

The nude photos taken of 20th-century American prep school pupils in the name of self-improvement

An oldie but a goodie: men and women see colour differently

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