The weekend prefers a dry heat.
Let’s keep this simple. We’re getting you a bike. And it comes courtesy of Republic Bike in Miami, who will help you customize it for a mere $319. Training for the next Tour de France begins now.
So your Wimbledon bid fell a little short this year. No worries. Because when the US Open rolls around, you can wear what we assume is the only underwear codesigned by legendary sports rivals. We can’t wait for the Magic Johnson–Larry Bird tube socks.
So there you were. Piled into a booth with Mick, Jackie O and Warhol, spinning yarns of Keef’s latest blood transfusion. Luckily, a photographer was there to document it all. The result: this velvet-bound book, which collects 118 years of pictures from Paris’s legendary bistro, Maxim’s. You need more velvet literature.
How you’ve gone this long without dandelion in your Pimm’s Cup, we’ll never know. But we can help. These Brooklyners make bitters by hand in flavors like orange cardamom, cherry burdock and dandelion lemongrass. No, they won’t deliver directly to your glass.
Sure, a lot of people brought home T-shirts from U2’s 360° tour. But not you—instead, you’re bringing home the whole damn stage—or you could, because they’re putting the entire claw-shaped behemoth up for sale. It’s perfect for your next 100,000-plus barbecue.
It happens. You’re eating a sandwich, sipping a martini or explaining why ziplining over the Adriatic is a perfectly justifiable business expense, and you realize how absurd everyday life can be. Now, some deep thinker has made a profanely hilarious blog of such thoughts, and we’d be remiss not to share it with you.
