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Fashion Week is back in full force, and there’s a lot to see. Blink (or scroll too fast on Instagram) and you’ll miss the details: tiny bags, tall shoes, feathered hats, leather capes and diamond dog collars. So as part of a new series, Wow Moment, we’ll spotlight things we saw on the runways that delighted or mystified us.

PARIS — The new Valentino bracelet bag is meant to be seen in movement, wind rippling through its ostrich feathers, light catching the sheen of its silk satin and the sparkle of its embroidered crystals as it swings from the hand

A Recipe for Healing

At 19, I left my first adult relationship. I lived alone, working for minimum wage at a coffeehouse in Rochester, N.Y. Consumed by anxiety and loss, I stopped eating. Within the month of September, I lost 20 pounds. One afternoon, my co-worker slipped me a piece of paper with an illustrated, step-by-step recipe for oatmeal: “Stretch on the floor and breathe while cooking. Scrape into a ceramic bowl you like touching. Breathe into it and eat slowly.” I don’t like oatmeal, but years later the recipe remains taped to my dresser mirror. — Madeline Lathrop

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Fashion Week is back in full force, and there’s a lot to see. Blink (or scroll too fast on Instagram) and you’ll miss the details: tiny bags, tall shoes, feathered hats, leather capes and diamond dog collars. So as part of a new series, Wow Moment, we’ll spotlight things we saw on the runways that delighted or mystified us.

PARIS — Yes, we know that line from “The Devil Wears Prada,” sneered by Meryl Streep and shared into oblivion for the last 15 years on social media: “Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.”

But you must hand it to designers: They still

Christopher Michael Repotski and Michael Sean McClenney have been traveling to Provincetown, Mass., for Labor Day every year since 2016. So, it made perfect sense for their wedding to be there, too, with tea dances and parasols included.

The couple, who now reside in Atlanta, met while in the Atlanta Gay Men’s Chorus. Mr. Repotski, 45, a project manager for the digital learning services company LEO Learning, joined the chorus in the fall of 2007, “wanting to get back to my first love, performing,” he said.

He made a big impression on Dr. McClenney, 46, the deputy chief of rehabilitation

Four years into our marriage, my husband found me on OkCupid.

I had only joined the site to check out his profile. He had joined to find someone else.

A friend helped me with the long sign-up process after we returned to my place from our weekly two-ounce glass of moscato at the Mission Inn wine bar. Neither of us were really drinkers — I was new to alcohol in my mid-40s — and this was as much as we would allow ourselves, this tiny swig of sweetness.

“What name should I use?” I said, curled on my couch as

Britney Spears’s father and the security firm he hired to protect her ran an intense surveillance apparatus that monitored her communications and secretly captured audio recordings from her bedroom, including her interactions and conversations with her boyfriend and children, according to a former employee of the security firm.

Alex Vlasov, the employee, supported his claims with emails, text messages and audio recordings he was privy to in his nine years as an executive assistant and operations and cybersecurity manager for Black Box, the security firm. He came forward for a new documentary by The New York Times, “Controlling Britney Spears,”

Fashion Week is back in full force, and there’s a lot to see. Blink (or scroll too fast on Instagram) and you’ll miss the details: tiny bags, tall shoes, feathered hats, leather capes and diamond dog collars. So as part of a new series, Wow Moment, we’ll spotlight things we saw on the runways that delighted or mystified us.

PARIS — For environmentally conscious designers, the concept of zero waste is an important one: Let not one scrap of fabric go to the landfill. For Marine Serre, the dynamic young French designer, that rule extends to the cutlery drawer, too.

Upstairs, removed from the bouncing party celebrating his Tony-nominated drama, “Slave Play,” the playwright Jeremy O. Harris cried — out of happiness for his friends who won awards but also frustration with himself for believing he would too.

Mr. Harris’s buzzy, polarizing Broadway debut, in which an imaginary sex therapy retreat for interracial couples is used to examine the legacy of slavery in America, set a Tonys record for nominations — 12, including best play — but didn’t take home any prizes. (The last time a Black playwright won for best play was 1987. This year it went to “The