Weekend calling, to the faraway towns.
Your Perks: 1) VIP tickets to a Halloween party on a Midtown rooftop. Don’t make us say it again. 2) Comfortable texting gloves that allow you to use your whole hand. Not just fingertips. 3) Drones outfitted with HD live streaming video. You could have some fun with that.
For your place: The good folks at Missoni decided it’s too easy to just make you look
good with their clothing. So they’ve brought blankets, pillows and bedding to CSC through the
weekend.
For your body: The Kooples: sample sale-ing. Prepare for leather.
“What’d you do last night?” —Someone else
“Well, I went to a horror comedy show.” —You
“What the hell is that?” —Someone else
“You should have gone. Now you’ll never know.” —You
This bad boy transcends brunch and goes all day, all the way on into brinner. You’ve got a two-hour bottomless cocktail window, Cinnamon Toast Crunch waffles and sweet potato hash with duck confit. You’ve got a lot.
Rooftop + cocktails + comely people in masks =
Anyone? Anyone at all?
That’s right, the Halloween party you’ll be attending at Kimoto.
Hôtel Americano has once again reinvented the top of its building. Tapas, tequila, stunning panoramic views of Manhattan. You know the drill.
