Who wore it better: Ellen or the weekend?
Your Perks: 1) 25% off tiny earphones that still let you hear the world around you. Your morning jog needs this. 2) An iPhone 5 case with four interchangeable, pro-grade camera lenses. 3) 36% off your supply of the electrolyte-packed, hangover-fighting LyteShow. Consider it your weekend’s new VIP.
Jimmy Page. Mick Jagger. Keith Moon. Notorious groupie memoirist Pamela des Barres went on the road with those guys. And tonight, she’ll be at La Luz De Jesus with two compatriots, spilling memories about all the wild nights they shared. Epic Scrabble tournaments.
After Sunday night, your Oscar-circuit tux may need to be retired. So better jump on a close-fitting new suit of Australian merino wool at Indochino’s Beverly Hills pop-up. In 30 minutes, you’ll get measured and led through 20 customization options. Finally, total jurisdiction over your button stance.
Nebraska’s black-and-white photography was striking, sure—too bad everybody kept their clothes on. Actually, maybe that’s for the best. Still, there’s a new Robert Mapplethorpe exhibit at OhWow to consider, with all the beautiful black-and-white starkness and almost none of the clothes. Oddly, Will Forte is nowhere to be seen.
Seems like LA’s been drowning in crauxnuts, crownutts and krönuts for a while now. But you can find NYC’s cronut originator, Dominique Ansel, at Barneys at the Grove on Saturday, and he brought along some real-deal croissant/donut hybrids for you. Well, you and probably thousands of other people.
Watching the Oscars at Redford’s pad might be a little awkward this year. Expect considerably fewer snubees at Downtown’s Million Dollar Theatre, which will show the red-carpet arrivals and ceremony on its giant screen. And there will be cocktails. So Golden Globes–caliber drinking, more credible awards: everyone wins.
