The weekend is going to wear white whenever it damn well pleases.
This week, we’re sending you freshly baked cookies spiked with whiskey, tequila and/or Guinness. Plus, we’re getting you and a guest out of Dodge with an amenity-laden stay at the extravagant waterfront retreat Forty 1° North in Newport, RI. (Stock up on half-price Seize sur Vingt shirts for the trip.)
Here’s all you need to know about Topshop, the new British fashion retailer on Michigan Avenue: Topman, sixth floor. Here’s all you currently need to know about Topman: they have lots of Harris tweed. Here’s all you need to know about Harris tweed: you look fantastic in it.
Tonight, retailers all over the city will throw little shindigs for Fashion’s Night Out, basically a carnival of all things clothes. Bloomingdale’s will celebrate with the stars of the upcoming NBC show The Playboy Club and by having Playboy Bunnies serve dirty martinis. But just keep thinking about clothes.
This private party combines a sophisticated cocktail seminar with a sophisticated appreciation of the female form. First, you’ll learn to hone your mixology prowess. Second, you’ll be entertained by the likes of bump-and-grinders Michelle L’amour and Greta Layne. Third... no third necessary.
This wine fest in the middle of Grant Park gives you a tasting glass, then turns you loose on dozens of winemakers pouring hundreds of wines. When you need a break, just head to the beer garden. This is a wine fest that knows how to cover its bases.
Boobs and Goombas. Fellowship of the Boobs. A Nude Hope. We suppose you really should be tired of these bawdy parodies by now. But for whatever reason, you are not. So please enjoy this fleshy reworking of Star Trek’s greatest moment, promising to be even chestier than Montalban himself.
