The weekend is an erotic journey from Milan to Minsk.
This week, we’re bringing you two nights at an expansive resort in the Catskills, including an afternoon race around Monticello Motor Club, a members-only racetrack. (Seinfeld’s a member—wave as you pass.) We’re also getting you 33% off a handsome waxed-canvas weekend bag, and first dibs on a revolutionary portable speaker.
For some reason, you’ve just always liked calling people “pilgrim.” And you can build around that quirk by owning some of John Wayne’s things, up for bid at this auction. It’s your second-best chance at taking home a Golden Globe. And so very many cowboy hats.
If you happen to be in Hawaii anytime soon (and really, there’s no reason not to be), there are 10 people who’d like to talk to you. And by talk to you, we mean give you (and someone special) a two-and-a-half-hour massage, with all 20 of their hands. That’s triple-digit fingers.
Chocolate milk: rich. Creamy. Disarmingly childlike. But not nearly caffeinated enough. These straws fix that horrific societal ill, with a powder that basically turns your milk into several cups of coffee. In chocolate milk form. You’ll never guess what the straw does after that.
You know Agent Provocateur. You’re a fan of their work in the lingerie arts. Well, now they’re diving headlong into the linens game. You can expect a lot of silk, unnecessary amounts of opulent pillowry and astronomical thread counts. And yeah, they cover your whole bed.
It’s classic business strategy: important meetings should always be immediately followed by a marathon game of eight-ball. And now there’s a tool to ease that transition—James Perse’s conference table, which is hiding a pool table beneath its removable top. ABC: always be cueing.
