O Danny boy, the weekend, the weekend is calling.
This week’s Perks: $150 toward a portrait made from your DNA, and a 25-dose supply of hangover cures for 37 bucks. Oh, and exclusively for Outlook.com members, Virgin America is taking 20% off a select flight. (If you somehow don’t have an Outlook.com account... you should probably get on that.)
Soon, you will organize a conclave. Around a grill. And when the white smoke rises, you’ll announce that the holy grail of jerk chicken is served—because that famed New York institution of Jamaican jerkiness, Miss Lily’s, now sells their sauces online. Great idea, conclaves. Hopefully your conclave has napkins.
Elvis Presley: you’re familiar. Alfred Wertheimer: you’re... not familiar. See, when Elvis was 21, Alfred tagged along, taking his picture anytime he’d stare out a window, woo some girls or scowl all Elvis-like. And now those pictures are in a book for the first time ever. Better late than never.
The high lords of leather at Billykirk have a proposition: head to their website and design the custom mini wallet of your dreams, and they’ll make it for you. You’re in charge of the leather color. The stitching color. They’ll also emboss your initials. Pretty great proposition, that.
Meet Logan Pearce. He makes knives like his grandfather did—from old railroad spikes. And wrenches. And tire irons. And other objects you may already consider a weapon. Pay him a visit. He’ll make your knife out of anything. Jewelry. Golf clubs. Knives. Which is kinda redundant, but sure.
Here’s what you should do. Get yourself a nice, long neck rub. It’ll feel great. Then, head to Pierrepont Hicks’s winter sale, and continue pampering the hell out of your neck with their immaculate English wool and Italian linen ties, going for a song. Well, and a minor monetary transaction.
