The weekend is more than the sum of its parts.
This weekend, we’re airmailing you five rare whiskies straight from Scotland—aged from 20 to 50 years—for 30% off. Then, sending you more whisky in the form of booze-soaked chocolate truffles. And for your next weekend getaway, we’re hooking you up with a handsome set of waxed-canvas bags.
You already know the Hill-Side. They made that handsome, square-cut chambray tie you use to show your rugged side (you’ve got neckwear for all your sides). But now, their ties have something completely different: a point. We think you’re ready for it. (Also: yes, that sticker’s removable.)
This is a blog celebrating the mysteriously hypnotic phenomenon of the exposed flank of the female upper torso. You may know it as sideboob. Yes, there are times where it may stray a little from its name, but we suspect you won’t mind.
There’s one man with enough insight to take on the directorial genius known as Martin Scorsese. His name: Martin Scorsese. Marty documents his own cinematic life and times in this new book of photos of De Niro playing sax under a lamppost, storyboards and glorious ’70s beardage.
You’ve seen him heroically rid planes of their snake problems. He’s been eaten by a shark. And Juice: that was a good one. Now Samuel L. Jackson has brought his f****** brand of daily observation to Twitter. He’ll probably get a few followers.
When you’re eating cake, you can’t be wasting precious time reaching over for a highball. Which is why these delightful miniature (87% of all delightful things are miniature) cakes just go ahead and put the cocktail right in the cake. Your 12 o’clock is now wide open.
