Ultra-exclusive, handsome bar of shiny leather for rock stars, mega-grossers and hotel guests.

Phillip Lim threatens you with a good time.

Old-world styling meets modern simplicity at this European bistro.

What would Steve Jones think?  Posh cashmere meets punk fuck you.

Hail King Nigo! A Bathing Ape has made it across the pond and over to Melrose.

Lace up your vintage kicks.

We would scarf De Niro's chow every night if our returns from Meet the Fockers hadn't caused us such shell shock.

Haunted by a beautiful and sophisticated French dame smoking a Virginia Slim standing on a sky scraper in an evening gown just because she dares to do so.

2010: Space Odyssey for religious fashion fanatics.

Mild testosterone circulates the boutique and men howl at the moon.

Hey, a real restaurant! Right there on the Strip!

Melrose proper location of ubiquitous "Gap for hipsters."

West Hollywood/San Vicente location of ubiquitious "Gap for hipsters."

Riot Hyatt no longer, but still on the Sunset Strip.

LiLo christened Hollywood hotspot with all that this implies.

West Hollywood based Mother Ship for Apple-heads in search of the latest tech toy.

Calling out a rebel yell to the fearless and outrageous ladies of LA.

Everthing from Botox to hammams.

Nothing says Friday night like a cocktail hat, a metal corset, and rocking boots.

Get some fresh raw fish, or grill that animal up.

Rumored to have the best sushi in LA and in a strip mall.

The beautiful people and their platinum AmExes, drawn in by a Chino Latino flame.

Dark shades, swarming paparazzi, fabulous fashion.