All weekends go to heaven.
Your Perks: 1) An exclusive Coolhaus ice cream class in Culver City that includes a pre-class happy hour. Happy you. 2) Ergonomic, wind-resistant umbrellas that have Bluetooth tracking so they’ll never break or get lost. 3) Phantom bags by Céline. You know, the kind that people lose their minds over? Those ones.
Vegas can keep the lights and the keno. All you want is its Raku. Done. You’ll now find the Japanese house of charcoal-grilled Wagyu, foie gras and ibérico open on La Cienega. Bonus: everything tastes better without the five-hour drive.
It’s bikini season in West Hollywood. Bikinis. As in those thin, pressed Spanish sandwiches. You’ll find them at BCN, a new Barcelona-inspired lunch spot now soft-open on Santa Monica Boulevard. It’s also bikini season everywhere else.
Apolis will have all manner of magnificent fall gear at up to 75% off at its huge Downtown sample sale this weekend. Stuff like alpaca crew shirts, blazers and nice wool chore jackets. Look out, sub-70-degree weather.
McDowell’s. Sexual Chocolate. Rocky Marciano. Yep, Coming to America is showing Saturday at Barnsdall park for you, some friends and a picnic basket. On the off chance you still haven’t memorized some parts.
Saturday. You’re strolling the Palos Verdes bluffs at Terranea. It’s nice. Then you enter its Grand Tasting event. Someone hands you a glass of pinot. A chef hands you rabbit-and-bacon porchetta. Then it’s nicer.
