Ruby and Max are joined by writer, performer, and host of The Luminaries podcast David Goldberg to discuss Luka Magnotta, Sharon Stone, and desolate, failed-state aesthetics. 

Lauren Servideo is a wicked talent, sure--but what you may not know is that she's also REALLY interested in perfume. But we don't talk about that much. Topics include Brandy Melville, teenagehood, and... that about does it. 

Ruby and Max talk to Jordan Barse--an all-around style superhuman with some fashionating subjects up her peasant sleeve, including her masterfully constructed conspiracy theory pertaining to LVMH, Charlize Theron, and the manipulation of femininity via illuminati-level backdoor Dior. Technically this episode is like, 3 months late. But you know what? Artifacts of the past help us better construct history, so that we may better understand our present. 

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What happens when a fashion/comedy podcast ceases to talk about clothing and becomes gravely serious? We found out here, in this micro mini, Ruby 'n' Max solo, where the two gather in a Chinatown penthouse to talk cinema and the degradation of culture.

Ruby and Max work through a traumatizing run-in with a West Village father, H*lloween, Julio's dressing journeys, and resurrect the spirit of some old pants. 

Ruby and Max have the special honor of dining with Trey Taylor, the U.S. editor of the ground-breaking fashion and culture magazine The Face. The magazine defined pop culture in London in the 80s, and now it's back, in Brexit era--just in time for Max and Ruby to start learning, well, anything. Topics include Keanu Reeves, Anna Delvey, and brand monopoly worship. 

Max and Ruby spiral, in the dark depths of perfume reviews. They sample an array of scents and attempt to describe what they evoke. This highly experimental episode will put you in a fever dream. Take a whiff!

This episode is sponsored by heartbreak.

Ruby and Max spiral over the soulless void of New York Fashion Week. Max gets embarrassed over a recent purchase, and Ruby loses it over a redhead with a bowl cut. Ouch. 

An experimental take on the format, Ruby and Max go solo.... or, um, duo... on an adventure through the politics of waste, looking good versus looking like shit, and the two get very post-post-malone. No guests, just express.