It's asparagus season if you haven't noticed. Saturday morning, I started at Nopa with a shaved asparagus and pea shoot salad tossed with grilled thin slabs of Bodacious cheese. The next day, I was at Zero Zero diving into a heaping plate of asparagus, charred from the grill, tossed with black garlic and glistening with olive oil. That was brunch. When I wandered into the produce aisle to buy ingredients for dinner last night, asparagus spears as thick as broomsticks stared me down.
If the ‘80s are back via hipsters in hot pink Ray Bans, then Smuin Ballet is as hip as ever. This spring, the company performs Momentum, an iconic blend of classical and modern ballet that defined the ‘80s dance scene and propelled the late choreographer Choo-San Goh into the international spotlight. In addition, Michael Smuin’s tribute to the Beatles (originally created in 1984) remains a fun blend of acrobatics and color, set to music you may recognize.
The author of Absurdistan and The Russian Debutante's Handbook is known as a great satirist, so it's no surprise that the promo for his third novel Super Sad True Love Story is a complete joke. Starring as himself—complete with fake Russian accent—and claiming he can't even read, the ridiculous trailer also features such seasoned writers as Jeffrey Eugenides and Mary Gaitskill. But perhaps the best clip is of James Franco as one of Shteyngart's Columbia students. If you like his brand of funny, get tickets to City Arts & Lectures' conversation on Wednesday (May 11) at Herbst Theatre.
Shafiyi Wali's crisp fit and casual, yet polished, spring suiting caught my attention while shopping in Union Square last week. I was surprised to find out he's so stylish at just 23-years-old, but wasn't surprised to find out he's a personal shopper at Sak's Men's Store. While it may be his job to look this good, something tells me he's a natural. What I love most about his outfit is that it's so well thought out, and yet seemingly simple.
What he's wearing: Check shirt from Club Monaco, gray wool vintage blazer, vintage pocket square, H&M black pants, Saks Fifth Avenue tan leather oxfords.
Critics once characterized Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo by their surf drum beats and generous doses of noise layered under dreamy, two-part vocal harmonies. But decade-old The Raveonettes have evolved their upbeat lo-fi formula into a dark and soulful sound. Their fifth studio album, Raven in the Grave, which dropped last month, is a mature departure for the Danish duo—who have influenced everyone from Vivian Girls to Best Coast. Tomorrow, the band plays Bimbo’s, where they seem to return year after year. This time out, they’ve added a twist to their live lineup by commissioning a second drummer to recreate the depth of their new material onstage.
Back when I spent my time as the ultimate freelancer, I was exhibit A at the local Mission café, sipping away on a cup of tea gone cold and crumbing up my periphery with half-munched pastries. I had on my list of requirements for an adopted workspace an offering of reliable wifi Internet, electric outlets to power my laptop, and a decent tea selection. Café culture is at a height in the Mission district, and those available outlets were hard to find, so I welcomed The Summit with arms outstretched. And I didn't hesitate to contact proprietor Desi Danganan to find out how The Summit separates itself from the pack.
With the 54th annual Film Festival now a fond memory, it is time to return our focus to the traditional fare currently playing around the city – not just the initial offerings of summer popcorn (Fast Five, Thor) and the indies, but, in this week's case, two of the most beloved American epics ever committed to film.
1. The Godfather: Parts I & II
Where: Castro Theatre, 429 Castro St., 415-621-6120
When: May 8
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