The weekend has already begun practicing for midnight.
Hey, here’s an extra $100 toward gift sets of top-shelf spirits and champagne—delivered. (It’s okay if you’re gifting yourself.) Also: take up to 75% off technologically advanced winter coats from Aether and 30% off a seriously nifty phone-charging tripod (with a really weird name).
Things you love: disco sexiness. The circus. Photo booths. Enter the NYE party at the Revere Hotel’s Space 57, outfitted with replica Studio 54 props, barely dressed staff, vintage disco visuals projected on a 30-foot screen and trapeze artists doing their thing. Good luck catching one for the midnight kiss.
Storyville’s throwing a Skyfall party, where you’ll sport your best Bond tux (and bring a leggy date) for two DJs, late-night snacks (grilled cheese) and VIP packages named after Bond films. Think: magnum bottles of bubbly and vodka, table service and the appearance of being licensed to kill.
Meanwhile, Towne is going all Jay Gatsby this year. Meaning: a 10-piece band playing era-correct jams (e.g., Louis Armstrong), a staff decked out in 1920s attire (one word: flappers), a Rolls-Royce ice sculpture raw bar (yes, really) and even an ice luge. Which were huge back then.
Or for some Moulin Rouge risqué-ness, Bond is going 1930s-style French burlesque theater. Picture: candelabra-lined walls, red velvet cushions in the VIP lounges and all-red lighting. The staff will even be scantily clad while burlesque dancers perform throughout the night. Try not to get the two confused.
Or if you’ve been meaning to make it to Abby Lane, this is your New Year’s–entrenched chance. Grab an Italian leather sofa upstairs for champagne and small bites from the Hell’s Kitchen alum, before testing the mettle of your suit on the dance floor. Remember: silk is always best for break dancing.
