The weekend feels good about its Final Four picks.
Aphrodisiac Menu at Taste
To coincide with the full moon,
you'll find a three-day special menu incorporating time-honored aphrodisiacs
like truffles and chocolate. If you're not buying the concept, just cross the
street afterward for a stiff drink.
Another banner week of stunning
accomplishment and sly intrigue requires a suitably sophisticated climax. You
know, like a giant guerrilla pillow fight.
"Here Is Where You'll Find Me"
Among the two artists displaying
diminutive photographs at this exhibit, you'll likely devote more time squinting
at the noble works of Ashley Tibbits, who focuses exclusively upon the legs of
her female subjects. Better luck next
time, David Horvitz.
Sundays at the Standard
Tides turn, seasons change...and at
least once a year, you find yourself tipping a few back amid a surreal gaggle of
hipsters coating a rooftop on a Sunday afternoon. Oddly named DJ
collective Droog provides the inaugural soundtrack for this weekend's
Harry Benson Exhibit
Scottish photographer Harry Benson
came to America with the Beatles (he was in their hotel room when "I Wanna Hold
Your Hand" hit number one), and he stuck around to snap every president since
Eisenhower. Not a bad trip.