Iris’s trip to a cobbler in the industrial repair district of Monterrey, Mexico, opens up a world of feel-good experiences: supporting a local business, approaching fashion sustainably, and giving new life to a pair of well-loved shoes.

My chronic disease causes “monster hands,” ulcers in my eyes, and other body horrors, and I’m happy to talk about all of it (plus poop).

There’s a certain disdain in the science community for those who focus too much on their appearance. I tried to fit in by wearing indistinct outfits. When I was furloughed because of the pandemic, I traded my wallflower attire for a bold 1960s op art-inspired wardrobe.

My brand-new denim jacket arrived smelling like garbage. It turns out that this is a bigger issue caused by an environmentally harmful sulfur-based dying process. The result is that people are throwing out unworn clothes.

This coat bears the history of organized labor initiated by women in the garment industry on one tiny tag. Editorial resident Iris Aguilar thrifted the garment, and Vintage Detective Alex Stevens digs into its connections to the American labor movement.