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Editors' Picks: Sassy Socks, A Film To Swear By & Tennis

Kick off your weekend in style with the FLARE team's picks of sassy socks, a movie you'll soon swear by and (you would have never guessed) tennis.

Here at FLARE, we have a lot in common: a love of fashion, beauty, magazines, culture and general wordsmithery. But as we rush around putting together the magazine and this website, we don’t always have time to share the minutiae of our passions. What do we binge-watch on a rainy weekend? What album is on iPod repeat? What movies make us cry? Hence, Editors’ Picks was born. A column where you can get to know the people who bring you FLARE—and maybe we can get to know one another a little better, too.

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Andrew Lovesey, Digital Editor

Last week we did not post our Editors’ Picks; not because of a dearth of options, but because in the depths of summer, we could not find quorum. Some of us had just finished wrapping up September, some were on vacation, others were on location shooting for upcoming issues and I was tethered to my desk working away on Illustrator. This week I spent hours, perhaps even days, pondering my pick. And then, my wandering eyes lit upon (insert drum roll here) socks. Not just any socks: Richer Poorer’s to-die-for foot dressings. C’est l’amour—they are sumptuous, comfortable and possess just the right amount of panache to elicit my inner dandy.

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Photo courtesy of Richer Poorer

 

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Caitlin Kenny, Assistant Managing Editor

This weekend, I am taking my boyfriend to watch the Rogers Cup tennis semi-finals. I’ve never seen a pro game before so I’m really looking forward to it—partially because I love any type of competition, but mostly because I am curious to see if Serena’s grunts will live up to their reputation.

Photo courtesy of Sportsnet

Photo courtesy of Sportsnet

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Briony Smith, Entertainment Editor

 

I’m not religious. I don’t believe in God. I don’t think there is life after death. The closest thing I have to a religion is the Albert Brooks film, Defending Your Life. The film is about what happens to Brooks’ typically Albert Brooksian ad exec after he is hit by a bus and killed. Once you die, you see, you go to Judgment City, where you are assigned a lawyer who helps you Defend Your Life in a courtroom-like setting and determine whether you were able to live your life as fearlessly as possible. Were you held back by your fears? Did you perform acts of kindness and bravery, no matter how small? The salty Rip Torn plays Brooks’ hilarious attorney who explains how it all works: your trial determines whether your soul gets kicked back to earth (denizens of which are affectionately called “littlebrains” for using only a tiny percentage of their mind-powers), or whether it “moves on” to a new dimension. Judgment City is one of the most memorable settings in film history: you can eat all you want, visit the Past Lives Pavilion…and maybe even meet Meryl Streep, who plays Julia, a typically Meryl Streepian beauty. (Brooks is dismayed to find that his craven ad exec’s Motel 6-like accommodations pale in comparison to the saintly Streep’s Four Seasons-esque palace.) I may not believe in an afterlife or deity, but I believe we should all live as if we will be judged post-death for letting our fears or unkindness hold us back. Only Albert Brooks can make such serious stakes so hilarious…and surprisingly heartfelt.

Still from Defending Your Life

Still from Defending Your Life

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