The weekend thinks Kate Upton must have a great personality.
For your Hollywood Bowl/Cinespia/outdoor feasting pleasure: a $50 fully stocked picnic pack for two from Marcona. (Wine included, naturally.) Plus: exclusive, mouthwatering Wagyu steaks from D’Artagnan (Thomas Keller’s meat guys). And a $40 iPhone/iPod charger made from a literary masterpiece. (We’re counting Jurassic Park as a masterpiece.)
In solidarity with the solstice, the best-named surf wear company around (Warriors of Radness) has launched a new line of washed-out trunks and T-shirts. They look like they’ve been sitting in the sun, on a beach towel somewhere, for years. So make sure you wash ’em before wearing.
Your inner Swayze: never far beneath the surface. Especially here: at Grand Performances tomorrow, in conjunction with the Los Angeles Film Festival, you’ll be taking some salsa lessons... before Dirty Dancing screens with live dancing. You’ve never felt this way before.
After work on Friday, the usual drill: a stiff drink and a loosened tie. And that’s great. But this week, maybe do it at Fred Segal in Santa Monica, where in addition to your cocktail you can get a whole lot of stuff—Levi’s, shirts, shoes, furniture—at half off.
Like most people in this town, you’ve read a few pretty awful scripts. Many of them get made. But a select few get mounted onstage, unaltered, and played for laughs—like Abi’s Choice, over at Sacred Fools this weekend. We’re sure there’s an agent somewhere demanding his cut.
You’re familiar with Mr. C hotel. You’re familiar with yachts. But you’re not familiar with Mr. C Yacht Club, a nautically minded new brunch party happening on the hotel pool deck, with pizzas, Bellinis, Darren Dzienciol (the Beverly) and waitresses in Bermuda shorts. Because it didn’t exist until now.
