Your weekend has been accused of oversharing.
Less is more. Take the lacy undergarments, bodysuits and swimwear from Fleur du Mal. And then, hey, take an extra 15% off those things with the discount code URBANDADDY. Not the most creative discount code in the world, but, really, who cares?
Two compelling reasons to hit Sixty Beverly Hills tonight:
1) It’s now showing movies every Wednesday on its enjoyable rooftop.
2) Tonight is Point Break.
The good, Swayze-rich Point Break, obviously.
You’ve tried telling your date that Axl Rose wasn’t always the sedentary organism you guys witnessed at Coachella. But there was healthy doubt. So tomorrow you’ll venture to Canter’s, where rare photos of the band from their early LA days will be hung. By the bagels with care.
New York’s Kinfolk is popping up with limited-edition stuff at American Rag. Come Friday and party with them. And check out Stòffa’s pants, scarves, hats and jackets at its made-to-measure residence at Magasin this weekend. Not trying to be bossy. Did that sound bossy?
You’ve barbecued spectacularly over the last few weeks. Now you can just hang out at Tenants of the Trees on Saturday, listening to DJs and letting Kris Morningstar do all the work of making the brisket and manning the grill. He likes doing it.
The forces behind Little Sister built you an idyllic restaurant called Suburbia. It’s the kind of place where you might meet up with friends some Sunday to enjoy a boozy Arnold Palmer with your loco moco and huevos rancheros. Sounds better than the burbs.
