Let's Go Out

There are rabbis... and then there’s this rabbi — the kind who leads pre-Shabbat meditations with a DJ set in the background, makes spirituality feel more like a lifestyle than a lecture and knows exa...

There are the places you go, and there are the places you are *seen* going to. In the Hamptons, that distinction matters. Deeply. This is the hit list you’ve been waiting for — the sceney, the splashy...

It's summer in the city and you know what that means: hot girl WSH walks, Ralph’s iced lattes and, of course, day-drinking in the West Village. While Houston Hall, Bleeker Street Bar and Radegast are ...

There’s the Hamptons summer everyone *thinks* they know – bottle service at Surf and firepit status at Gurney’s – and then there’s this: the highbrow-meets-hot-mess, upper-echelon social circuit of th...

Summer in the city sucks — the sweat, the strollers, the smells. But the worst part? The annual influx of summer interns. No shade to the interns themselves — we were you: NYU dorms, daddy’s credit ca...

Some people swear by summer dating: good weather, better vibes and somehow drinking every night feels less socially irresponsible (and caloric lol) than in the winter. Fine, I get it — I’m more carefr...

The unofficial start to summer has *officially* arrived, as has the reminder that you didn’t get invited to someone’s Hamptons or shore house. Worry not, because bumper-to-bumper traffic on the LIE an...

Photo courtesy of Elijah Harlow Going out in the Hamptons is a beast — a beast with a blowout and white linens. Slaying the beast requires a little bit of finesse, a lotta bit of someone else’s Amex (...

Whether you’re a ~chill girl who likes sports~ or just down to drink $19 vodka sodas on a random weeknight, the Conference Finals are a fun excuse to gather around in a sweaty sports bar and listen to...