The weekend just got robbed by Hermione.
Your Perks: 1) A three-course brunch with endless cocktails on Mondrian’s sun-drenched patio. It’ll be glorious. 2) A gorgeous seashell that doubles as an iPhone speaker (seriously). 3) A custom belt designed by you, for 25% off. (If you’re an Outlook.com member, make that 30% off.)
If the beach could be indoors, it would be Salt Air on Abbot Kinney—everything is either bright white or sand-colored, and you’re sitting around with some oysters, a lobster roll and passion-fruit-infused shandies. And then you can walk over to the beach.
Happens to all of us. You get a sudden intense craving for one of those frozen lemonade slushes from Mauro Cafe at Fred Segal. Sucks when it happens at 7pm, though, since they close up shop before dinner. Oh, hey. Now they serve dinner every Thursday. Today is a Thursday.
After a night at the Hollywood clubs, you’ve probably hit Calle Tacos to pull yourself together. Good call. Anyway, now if you go before the clubs, you’ll find an evening happy hour thing—you can get two tacos and a shot for less than eight bucks. Then they’ll see you later...
This weekend, you’ll find a bunch of new naked people in the courtyard behind CAA. That’s because there’s a big Helmut Newton exhibit happening, with 125 prints (some almost eight feet high), a couple movies and a lot of thoughtful discourse on the profound importance of well-lit nudity.
At many a bar in this town, you’ve had a drink and proclaimed it a work of art. Maybe not out loud, but still. Anyway, here comes an afternoon event that’s half art show and half every-good-bartender-alive-making-great-cocktails show. People who like cocktails are already calling it a masterpiece.
