More weekend after these messages.
Your Perks: 1) A night of jazz, burlesque and an exclusive five-course wine dinner. Well, that’s one way to spend an evening. 2) A two-year digital subscription to Playboy and access to all the back issues. So, everything. 3) Boxing gloves signed by Pacquiao and Mayweather. Apparently they have a big fight coming up or something.
You’ll soon be watching someone levitate. See, a guy who’s produced magic for David Copperfield is doing it himself at the NoMad on Fridays now. A) it’ll probably be okay, and B) maybe get some tickets now.
You can check out stuff like a massive sign from Yankee Stadium, a Mets bull pen car and the original model for the Statue of Liberty while they’re on exhibit at Sotheby’s for the next few days. Or you can buy them at auction afterward. If you’re doing the latter, congratulations.
The Swedish minimalists of COS are doing the thing where they give you spring sweaters and denim shirts and such for less than usual. And... that’s it. Minimalism.
You loved french toast sticks as a kid. They combined all the deliciousness of french toast with the absolute convenience of a stick. Cut to now, with brunch at the Gorbals, where they’ve been combined with foie gras and smoked honey. They’ve also got some nonstick things, too.
Watching Wylie Dufresne figuring out what he’s doing next at Alder via this four-course tasting dinner—it’s like watching Einstein doing work in a lab. Only you can understand it. And it’s more important.
