We're pathologically social. We're professional leisurists. We're burrito lovers, bar flies, art whores and music nerds. We dish the good dirt, and we'll risk a parking ticket for a cheap sample sale. Sometimes, we blog drunk.
Peeping Toms rejoice

Hot spots are always coming up with ways to indulge our inner voyeur without making us feel creepy.
The Standard on Sunset had tongues wagging when it opened a few years ago with an installation in the lobby featuring living, breathing models posed glamorously behind the window. (The models have since gotten bored with their gig and now sit crossed-legged and hunched over a laptop.)
Ivan Kane kicked it up a notch at deep (which has since been sold and renamed Basque) by building a stage behind a two-way mirror where burlesque dancers perform.
Now it's all about the wine girl at Republic. Every time someone orders a bottle of wine, she gets hooked up to a rope and navigates her way up the floor-to-ceiling glass-enclosed wall of bottles. Once she’s retrieved the selection, she sexily belays her way down in a tight black dress and everyone stares in amazement. Nothing creepy about that.
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