The weekend will take the stage any minute now.
Behold: an exclusive batch of Rolexes, Cartiers and other refined vintage watches—only available on Perks. (Your wrist will thank you later.) We’re also getting you 29% off some amazing shave creams, cologne and more. Plus: 25% off some handsome-as-hell headphones. (Bonus: if you’ve got an Outlook.com account, you get an extra 10% off.)
Finally, the biggest music event of the year is here. No, not Coachella—some guy at Los Globos playing 50 of the Beatles’ greatest hits back-to-back on a ukulele. “A Hard Day’s Night” never sounded so ukulele-y.
The trouble with Coachella is dealing with all those bands. Really gets in the way of your daytime-pool-party schedule. Unless you hit up sbe’s big XIV party on Saturday instead—think eight hours of champagne, sunblock and blue, blue hotel-pool water. Indio cannonballs: somehow superior to LA cannonballs.
First came the bad news: that great little restaurant on Beverly, Eva, closed. Then came the good: the chef is now set up at the new Chez Soi—it’s in Manhattan Beach, and it’s fully stocked with loup de mer and edible flowers. Which always help you get over bad news.
It’s getting close: beach season. To be more specific: Cap’n-Crunch-ice-cream-on-the-beach season. Every Sunday, you’ll now find a Sprinkles Ice Cream cart parked out on the sand in front of the Casa del Mar. Breakfast ice cream is the most important meal of the day.
So, Le Bain. That crazy club atop the Standard in NYC. You’ve heard of it. You’ve... maybe witnessed some table-dancing inside of it. Anyway, that’s all coming here for one irresponsible Tuesday night. There, now you have something to do in between Coachella weekends.
