If you have any aspirations of becoming spring’s it-girl, consider this required reading. Because while a good outfit might get you noticed, a good reservation will get you remembered. And in this city, the two are rarely separate.
But Brucie, we’ve already seen your spring guide.
1. You can never know enough spots in this city.
2. I’ve guided you to your next table, but I’ve left you woefully unequipped to dress for it.
And I’ll be damned if my nibblers are out and about underdressed. I have a reputation to uphold.
Which is why I’ve brought in reinforcements.
She is the Anna Wintour to my Anthony Bourdain, the Sofia Coppola to my Keith McNalley, my forever muse and city sister— Kate of sKate on thru . I’ve spent many a night raiding her closet to cosplay as a fashion girl, but even more time securing the resys for wherever we’re headed next.
This collab has been a long time coming. It started the way most things do: a saved image, a passing craving, a “we should go here” that quickly spiraled into a spreadsheet, a moodboard, and a mild obsession.
Together, we’ve mapped out where to sip, where to sit, and most importantly, where to be seen this spring. Each spot paired with a look that ensures you won’t be overlooked.
Tiki Chick
After spending three hours trying to decode Carol Bove’s “curated shelves” at the Guggenheim and all you want is a frozen rum drink and a patio where you can publicly exhibit every manic tendency The Feminine Mystique warned the suburbs about.

Fanelli Cafe
You’ve been “popping into one store” in SoHo 12 stores ago and suddenly require sustenance. At a pub that’s survived everything from bohemian artists to luxury retail (with a little mafia in between), you post up for the time-honored pairing of a chili dog and a stiff drink. A tradition since 1847.

Schmuck
You pre-planned your fit to stand out in Schmuck’s two-hour line because unfortunately…the rumors are true. The martini really is that girl. Fear not, the synths will soon drown out the ego death accompanying your main character delusion.

B’artusi
You couldn’t get a seat at Bar Pisellino, so now you’re perched outside at B’artusi, spritz in hand, watching every banker boy and his bros rotate through Bayard’s. Between sips, you assure the girls that this entire scene is so 3 summers ago, while tracking the exits just in case.

Go ahead. Be overdressed, overbooked, and slightly overserved. This city rewards a good outfit, but it remembers a good table.
Ideally, you’ll have both.
We’ll see you out there. Behave accordingly.
Ta-ta for now, loves.
xx, Brucie & Kate






This is so fucking cute. Obsessed with the collab
book!! 💌