Mr. Glitterati

A little to the left. Down a bit. There. Right there.

You’ve never been afraid to take direction. So allow me—you’ll want to head East as soon as you can. The reservation lines are now open.

The first restaurant from David Judaken’s Syndicate Group (Mood, MyHouse), East reveals itself slowly. A 10-foot-wide glass fireplace keeps the front lounge visible from the street, its paper walls and Balinese yoga chairs flickering mysteriously behind flame. Past that, a raw bar like a block of ice, where you might enjoy your sashimi with Miso-Mustard Cream or Southwestern Chipotle-Lime Sauce.

And then: a black lacquered chef’s table, risen up from the floor by gnarled trunks, rooted at the gateway to the main dining room out back. Under a 65-foot skylight far, far above, you’ll want to snag one of the carved-wood confessional-style booths across the rear wall. (Yes, designer Dodd Mitchell was here.) After some ceviche prepared tableside, and some Caviar With Truffle Crème Fraîche if you’re really buying all this recession-over talk, the time will come for French-Asian-ish shared plates of Carpaccio and Tartar With Quail Egg and Drunken Sake-Infused Tofu.

You’re known to have your ways.

East, now soft-open for private events, officially open October 6, 323-462-3278

You keep yourself at the forefront of all things cultural.

And it just so happens that this week, culture means a show-stopping photography exhibition of women unlike you’ve ever seen before. Perfectly Natural opens today at Fahey/Klein.

You’ll appreciate the first stateside exhibition from Rasmus Mogensen pretty quickly—when you walk in, you’ll be surrounded by six-foot-tall photos of women. Women standing proudly. Women with hands on hips. Women wearing, but for high heels, not much in the way of clothing.

But when you look closer—her legs really go for days, don’t they—you’ll see Mogensen is up to something here. Inspired by an Italian comic-book artist by the name of Milo Manara, these girls look like they might suddenly take flight to rescue you (or, well, your hapless coworker down the hall) from a burning building. And those impossibly long legs really are impossibly long—the photographer has done some serious digital trickery to make us all think about what we expect from our naked women in high heels.

It’s a matter you’ve given a lot of thought.