Things to do for February 09, 2012

The Weekender

Lingerie, Whiskey and Did We Mention the Lingerie...

The weekend’s new tell-all has all the salacious details about the week.

You, Designing Lingerie. Hey, Why Not...
UNDERNEATH IT ALL

You, Designing Lingerie. Hey, Why Not...

Lingerie: you’re with us so far. And you’re only going to like it more after hearing that this stuff is from an Alexander McQueen protégé who broke off to (barely) dress supermodels. And she’s giving you all the tools to design your own. Well... not your own.

25% Off Handsome Gear at Sid Mashburn
THE MASH

25% Off Handsome Gear at Sid Mashburn

The South has got an ironfisted lock on fried food superiority and temperate climates, and—thanks to Sid Mashburn—they’re also making a strong case for shirt domination. You can get your hands on some of his nattier button-downs, cardigans and belts here. Warning: you might just find yourself craving a trip to Georgia.

Tasting Scotch for Sport
IN GOOD TASTE

Tasting Scotch for Sport

You don’t need a reason to have some friends over for blind scotch flights. Here’s one anyway: an iPad-based game where you and your fellow imbibers guess what you’re drinking based on a whiskey matrix that details the smokiness, smoothness and hair-on-your-chest factor of the drink. Yes, a whiskey matrix.

A Jeans God Has More Jeans for You
BABY BLUES

A Jeans God Has More Jeans for You

Scott Morrison makes the hell out of a pair of jeans. (Paper Denim & Cloth, Earnest Sewn... those were him.) But now he’s got this totally new line of... no, it’s jeans again. But this time, you can have them custom-made for you—wash, fit and all—online. It’s your logical next step.

Finally, the USB Massager
FEELING FINE

Finally, the USB Massager

Paying people to massage you while you work at your laptop is getting exorbitantly expensive. For that reason, and that reason alone, check out this new USB-based massage system. A couple of sticky diode things, four preprogrammed massages, data storage (bonus) and no need to ever get up again.

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