Number 2 on your scorecards, number 1 in your hearts—it’s the weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Blazers, dress shirts, ties... Basically an entire lookbook’s worth of fall from BOGA. 2) Brunch for two and a bottle of prosecco at the Americano. Easy as it comes. 3) An evening of drinking rare booze and eating unlimited hors d’oeuvres. Game?
For some causes, you pull out all the stops: games, well-known comedians, world-class burlesque. For example, some magazine called High Times is bringing all of that to Wythe Cinema tonight. Their cause must be really important.
Sweater season has descended with great vengeance and furious anger. Patrik Ervell makes a hell of a sweater. Ergo, you should get one or three from him, and you should get them for almost nothing. It’s just basic fairness.
Mick Rock: the guy certainly has a way with pointing cameras at rock stars. (Probably because of his name.) Related: his most iconic shots are on display in Tribeca right now—starring Madonna, Queen, Bowie and more. Not that you really need more.
If you guessed that this was going to be about a performance art exhibit where you get into a bed and a woman whispers some highly personal things in your ear... nailed it. (Also: that’s just eerie.)
You know Radegast. In Williamsburg. Has beer. Really German. And so, for Oktoberfest, they’re doing a couple classic Saturdays of gratis pig roasts, kegs and straight-armed mug-holding competitions. Yeah, we just said that last one like it was a normal thing.
