After a long week of work and a much needed Friday afternoon nap, I took my black Schiller jacket for a night out.
I paired it with a short gray silk Theory dress, black tights and Stuart Weitzman snakeskin platform pumps, some gold chains and, as always, my favorite Raymond Weil man-watch.
First stop: Cherin Sushi in the East Village. I am always skeptical about BYOB restaurants and especially those with gimmicky human named rolls (ie. Rachel roll, Jim roll), but I was pleasantly surprised by the freshness of the fish and avocado. My only complaint is that other than the Sushi Surfer roll (with banana) it was difficult to discern between the different rolls. But for this price and BYOB with no corkage fee, I will definitely come back.
Schiller and I then headed to the Studio at Webster Hall for the Dinosaur Feathers album release party. We arrived just in time to see the Darlings play. Appropriately named, they remind me of that friend-of-a-friend’s band I would have had a crush on in high school.
As a perfect end to the party, Dinosaur Feathers played their entire album in one of their best performances I’ve ever seen. The Studio was packed, and the hot, sweaty performance was just right for the middle of winter.
In addition to Greg (lead guitar and vocals), Derek (keyboard and vocals), Ryan (bass guitar and vocals) and the mysterious suitcase (drum machine), they also had extra vocalists and a violinist join them on stage.
After the show I had a chance to talk to Greg before they head out on tour on their way to SXSW. He likes the Schiller jacket, but thinks he may prefer the Sevy cropped jacket, or as he calls it, “the jacket for fat babies”.
I then traded my heels for flats, and Schiller and I headed outside to catch a cab back over the bridge to Greenpoint.