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No lines, no customs, no pesky currency exchange. These exotic souvenirs have already arrived.

Brooklyn Flea takes a beloved Sunday-morning tradition� the schoolyard-blacktop swap meet�and makes it a lot less junky.

Torrential spring downpours are inevitable. Soaking clothing is not.

Harry Heissmann’s tiny living room overcomes its dimensions with a meticulously placed collection of art and furniture, and a fake fireplace with simulated crackles.

Is it necessary to have every clock in the house be blinking and digital?

An array of the useful, beautiful, practical, and promising; some brand-new, some old favorites, and a few we’re not even sure will catch on.

The Upper East Side apartment of a pair of art collectors showcases the best of the current art scene (there’s a Warhol in the dining room).

Roses, chocolate, satin? Nice, but not original. This year, try a magic trick.

It may not stabilize the economy, but it’s an indulgent, affordable mood elevator.

Suddenly, solid colors don’t seem so exciting, do they?