Solo Travel with Tracee Ellis Ross — Imagine a love letter to yourself, narrated in Tracee’s warm, unhurried voice. Equal parts passport stamp and therapy session, it celebrates the layered joy of being a successful Black woman—alone but never lonely.

Hudson Table, Brooklyn — Think Iron Chef meets dinner party. You’re a spectator, fork in hand, watching talented chefs battle for culinary glory. The perfect antidote to another safe pasta night.

A velvet-lined escape for when the city feels too loud. Antique mirrors, creaky floors, and cocktails by the fire make this the end-of-summer (or early-fall) reset you didn’t know you needed.

Step into a room where plants, shea butter, and mirrored tiles become a meditation on memory and identity. Johnson’s work doesn’t just hang on walls—it seeps into you, lingering like a favorite line of poetry you can’t quite shake.