The weekend has air groupies.
The only thing more impressive than a righteously wailing rock star is the guy who goes to great lengths to emulate him…without a guitar. Wave your non-existent lighter in tribute.
Because summer isn't summer without some exotic jetsetting, Third Street's mod travel shop—shaped like the inside of a plane, but with more legroom—has discounted all bags and luggage by up to 20%. (Ding.)
Get in touch with your Southern roots (even if you don't actually have any) with some Fried Chicken, Grandma's Potato Salad, Corn on the Cob with Cumin Butter and a Root-Beer Float. It's like a big dollop of South with none of the humidity.
Racy photographer Irene Kai riled up London royals with her snapshots when she was still just a student. You've got one more shot to judge whether you're gazing upon a lip, knee or…other.
Historically, the city's best stab at the Hamptons—a beachy split restaurant that's half pastry haven, half burger-and-dog stand—had just one problem: extremely limited hours. No more. Your window to relax just got wider.
