Weekend with the three-peat.
Your Perks: 1) One-of-a-kind vintage Rolexes that have been refinished with uniquely colored dials. 2) Button-ups tailored from ultrasoft Egyptian cotton. Fall will be your most comfortable season yet. 3) A four-pack of sparkling and still rosé. So long, summer.
You’ve spent a lot of hot days thinking about ice cream lately. And apparently this former SBE cocktail consultant heard you. Because now she’s making sticky-rice-and-mango and Vietnamese-coffee ice creams and smooshing them into giant macarons at her new place, Wanderlust Creamery. Smooshing. Ha.
Steve Aoki’s throwing you a pizza party. Yeah. The biggest one on earth, he says. It’s happening at a huge Beverly Hills estate tomorrow with a giant Slip ’N Slide, sumo wrestling, bounce houses and performances by 2 Chainz and Tyga. There’s pizza, too.
Fall. They say you might notice it this year. So check out Matiere’s pop-up and consider procuring a linen-cotton henley, a Japanese jersey slub T-shirt and some dark sunglasses from Lucky Selectism. Just to prove “they” wrong.
You’re sitting there by the Line’s pool. Listening to DJs. Totally not laboring. Meanwhile, A Tribe Called Quest’s Jarobi White is cooking you barbecue chicken and sliders, and they’re headed your way. Anyway, that’s your Saturday.
Santa Barbara. Great place to spend a three-day weekend. Especially when it crescendos on a night of fried chicken and sourdough waffles paired with three tastings of champagne at Les Marchands. And it will. Oh, it will.
