New York

This Italian web emporium purveys 55+ riotously-colored, vaguely religious paintings of int'l p**n stars (Brooke Haven, Kylie Ireland...), composed by a worldwide collective that includes several hellbound NYers. If you're left stupefied by their overwrought defense of "pornartistic religion", then pay heed to their less ontological contention, "if you hate portraits of naked ladies, please go away".

217 E 3rd St, between B and C; 917.882.7395

A dimly-lit sleeve deco'd in Gilded Era chic (wood plank tables, antebellum-style wall friezes), Elsa's an esoteric cocktail den (i.e., the velvet falernum + applejack Jaszek) doubling as a haberdasher: two in-house seamsters will tailor gear from their own custom lines while you wait -- making them the only people you didn't go to college with who'll dare you to drink pantless.

10 Downing St, at 6th Ave; 212.255.0300

From a triumvirate of resto vets (5 Ninth, Le Zoo) and cheffed by the former (Bklyn) Porchetta guy, 10's a Flatiron-shaped, leather banquetted space slinging artisanal suds (Allagash White, Smuttynose, Victory Pils, etc) and Mediterranean-inspired eats that're "mostly local" (e.g., homemade potato gnocchi w/braised porcini), but sometimes "only local if you're Will Smith in I Am Legend" (bison steak).

1 W 58th St, at 5th Ave; 212.832.2MCM and 212.832.1620

The Plaza's new mini-mall's rocking two new boutiques: the first stateside shop from luxe leather goodsmen MCM (bi-fold wallets, trapunto-stitched weekend bags, etc), and an uptown outpost from NoLita clothiers SSV, who're hawking downtown steez (Troglodyte Homunculus button-downs, Wolf-Rayet oxfords, etc) in a shop equipped with a one-way mirror that lets well-heeled passers-by check you out as you check out yourself. Obviously, these will soon be everywhere.

Thurs and Fri at The Metropolitan Pavilion: 123 W 18th, between 6th and 7th; 212.463.0071

Up to 80% off otherwise absurdly expensive Swiss timepieces from Tissot, Hamilton, Longines, and Rado -- formerly known as Schlup & Co, watchmakers to the world's most discriminating bald accountants.