In Mon Oncle, a 1958 film by Jacques Tati, the daring French parodist hangs his hat on old-fashioned European aesthetics. To illustrate the dangers of modern design, he gives us the Arpel family and their newfangled suburban home. There are no hat racks in the Villa Arpel foyer, of course, such common efficiencies having no place there. Rather, the hearth is given up for haute couture, and M. Hulot (Tati’s reliably antimodern hero) must clutch his signature bucket cap as This story is from Kinfolk Issue Twenty-One Buy Now Related Stories Arts & Culture Issue 19 Going Incognito We all secretly wonder what mischief we’d make if invisible: When our identity is hidden, everything seems possible. Arts & Culture Issue 19 The Best Policy Sometimes we talk to each other without feeling heard. Honesty—a most intimate interaction—can be just as thrilling as its more devious inverse. Arts & Culture Issue 19 A Sense of Suspense With unhinged imaginations and mountains of cliff-hangers, the filmmakers behind the sci-fi podcast Limetown have all the makings of a scary story. Arts & Culture Issue 19 Like Clockwork In this new column about time, we learn how slipping off our watches makes us feel like deadline-damning renegades. Food Issue 19 My Kitchen Table: Dominique Crenn French-born chef Dominique Crenn knows how to keep a level head and relishes the nights when she gets to cook to her own soundtrack. Food Issue 19 Recipe: Chamomile Cookies When your day is filled with too much excitement, taking time to sit quietly with these calming morsels and a cup of tea could be just the antidote.