The weekend most certainly ordered the code red.
It’s every beer lover’s dream: settling into a bar, grabbing a glass and pouring yourself endless brew—for hours. And Perks is making it come true for 33% off. Plus, we’re bringing you SI’s Swimsuit Issue for a buck. You’re welcome.
Art’s in the eye of the beholder. It’s also in a giant vending machine in SoHo, where they’ve replaced the snacks with things like acrylic paintings, ceramic iPhones and undeveloped rolls of film. Expect to pay anywhere from $10 to $1,500. With credit card, or crumpled dollar bills and pocket change.
As far as film festivals go, a week of Pacino classics from the 1970s is worth about a century of Guttenberg from the ’80s. You’ll catch Godfather on Friday and Godfather II on Saturday, and then on Sunday pretend that Godfather III doesn’t exist.
Typically, when you need to tell time, you’ll either take out your cell phone or gaze intently at your most formal sundial. But for tomorrow only, there’s a third option: a 24-hour montage of movie clips that accurately tells time, projected onto a gallery wall. Hours 11 to 1 are a tour de force.
If you have one piece of constructive criticism for bottomless brunches, it’s that you wish they’d be more like rooftop lounges. Well, starting Saturday at Upstairs, they will be. Expect clear views of the Chrysler, a retractable ceiling and enough mimosas to make you forget you’re on a roof in February.
Usually, when attending a charity event, you like to know what’s in it for you. Well, in the case of the boozy Presidents’ Day benefit party at Freemans, it’ll be an all-you-can-drink open bar, live music, corn dogs and assorted sliders. Take notice, Girl Scouts of America.
