Please don’t feed the weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A dinner of caviar-infused burgers. Then drinks on a heated roof. 2) Endless cocktails and VIP access to an epic holiday party in Cobble Hill. 3) A Chelsea brunch in which you make whatever kind of Bloody Mary you like. We’re sure you’ve got some ideas.
There’s a small, Queens-bred source of handsome wearables out there. It’s called Aimé Leon Dore. Gets snapped up in about five minutes every time they release stuff. So here’s a pop-up about it. Expect herringbone sweats, thermal-lined flannel shirts, perfect overcoats and the prospect of battle.
You know how trunk shows work. The brothers Ovadia get serious with some sickeningly handsome fur-collar peacoats and leopard prints at Carson Street Clothiers for a few days. You know... it’s a very specific definition of a trunk show.
Your schedule for this art house all-nighter:
8pm: Dinner.
10pm: Check out trippy digital projections all around you.
Midnight: Dance.
3am: Go to Mars. (Or possibly it’s an art installation recreating Mars. It’s
late.)
6am: Yoga.
7am: Breakfast.
Well, you could go to an incredibly attractive new NoHo restaurant and feast on a brunch of baked eggs with lamb shoulder amongst a crowd of incredibly attractive NoHo people. Or... you could not do that. Decisions, decisions.
If you’re not wearing the softest shirt you’ve ever felt: Get on over to Marine Layer
in the West Village. They’re from San Francisco, where apparently they’ve perfected shirts.
If “seasonal” dining is getting old: The Mas guy is doing 10-course micro-seasonal
magic in the old Mas la Grillade space now.
