Open your eyes, and you’ll see the weekend was there all along.
Your Perks: 1) A class at Momofuku Milk Bar where you’ll learn the tricks to their most addictive desserts. 2) A custom suit and two dress shirts from legendary tailor Bellucci Napoli. 3) Two tickets to a night of bondage-style Halloween partying. Leather practically required.
Celebrities. Cocktails. You bidding to take home a nude artwork from someone who’ll be famous someday. In sum, this is what this thing is about. Oh, and it’s about benefiting the New York Academy of Art. So artists can continue to produce important pieces like these.
In Europe, they’ve got this insane party with constant confetti bombs. And there’re also people on stilts and acrobats swinging above as you dance through it all. But it’s not in America. Oh, wait—we’re being told it is now in America. At Space Ibiza. Starting Saturday. What timing.
Barchetta’s getting into the brunch game. Their lineup: clam-topped Bloodys, pumpkin-baguette french toast and a burger that appears to be overwhelming its bun beyond all reason. In other words, they know what they’re doing.
We don’t know how to say this, but... the French Embassy, on the Upper East Side, now has a bookstore. With French books. And you can go there. And Matt Weiner and Marjane Satrapi and Joseph Stiglitz are speaking there this week. Damn it France, you’ve done it again.
If you like Italian: They’ve done both duck and lobster in the parmesan style at Morsi in
Tribeca. Bonus: they’ve got serious meatball-of-the-year contenders.
If you’re cold: A guy from the House and one from Per Se are doing fireside burgers and
bone marrow at the Lodge Club.
