And now, a message from our weekend.
Your Perks: 1) A vintage Rolex. Or two. Or three. “Too much of a good thing” does not apply. 2) An umbrella that’ll text you if you leave it behind. Good friend, this umbrella. 3) A Versace suit. You know, the internationally renowned house of—anyway, yes, Versace.
It’s clearly still winter. But for some reason, North River Outfitter is just going ahead and subtracting 40% from the price of Patagonia down jackets, Peter Millar outerwear and what conservative sources would call “a sh*t ton” of Barbour jackets. It’s a good estimate.
Rambling pop-up Filipino Kitchen will commandeer the Vault during brunch hours on Sunday. What that means for you: much garlic rice, calamansi mimosas and Scotch eggs wrapped in Filipino breakfast sausage. What that means for everyone else: not really relevant here.
And the award for Best Supporting Oscar Party Goes to: Battery Wharf, for throwing the entire spectacle up on a huge projector screen and laying out a tapas buffet while you sit back and wonder what weird bow tie Bill Murray’s going to wear this year. That is the point, after all.
Well, here’s a great idea. A reenactment of the prom from Back to the Future with a Prince tribute band, bourbon, Pinocchio’s pizza and a Marty McFly–inspired dance-off at the Sinclair. Told you.
An overly caffeinated FBI agent. A really creepy baby. Dennis Hopper. That’s just some of the good weirdness coming your way thanks to 11 continuous days of David Lynch movies at the Brattle Theatre, starting with Fire Walk with Me and the Twin Peaks pilot. Dennis Hopper’s for later.
