The true meaning of the holidays... you thought it was holiday parties. But it turns out you were supposed to buy some presents and give them to some people. Oh. Here are some great last-minute gifts with one critical shared quality: they won’t seem to be last-minute at all.
You can’t do anything about your friend’s daily freeway commute from Los Feliz to Santa Monica. But you can give him 10 and 405 shot glasses to commemorate the journey once he’s home. Assuming he ever gets home.
Stop into Sassafras or Thirsty Crow for a drink tonight, and call it gift shopping. Because at all 1933 Group bars, you can pick up a burlap sack full of eight tokens. Good for... eight drinks at any bar in their empire. Could work for, well, every single person on your list.
Like dogs and treats, some people just need a steady supply of architecturally inspired ice cream. So go to the Coolhaus website. Sign that somebody up to get four custom Coolhaus ice cream sandwiches delivered to their door each month. (They ship overnight on dry ice.) Bask in 12 months of gratitude.
You like to give educational gifts—history is important. As long as it’s about the history of motorcycles. Enter The Book of Deus from Deus ex Machina—a picture-filled tome to all things bike-related. Including actual bikes.
Now that you’ve gifted all these presents, you really deserve a little reward for yourself. Something to wear to the parties this weekend. Maybe Fred Astaire’s vintage Tiffany cufflinks from Eye Candy. The party has a dance floor, so...
