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A pesquisa que saiu hoje na Folha diz que 55% das pessoas que moram aqui gostariam de se mudar.
EU TAMBEHM
Eu pertenço ao outro universo.
TO^ EM GAZA DE GAZAR
Confesso que adoro morar aqui.
EH ADORO
Ela é muito parecida comigo.
SERAH
NUNCA PERCEBIH
Tem o mesmo mal humor.
CHIH
ANDO AZEDO
DO VERBO AZEITAR
Posso passar o dia inteiro quase sem falar nada, mesmo saindo o dia inteiro.
SAIR PRA ONDE
Se eu der o dinheiro certo, o bilheteiro do metrô sabe se eu quero um ou mais tickets.
EH O METRO^ TAH LIMPO
Assim, no jornaleiro, na padaria que eu frequento, no almoço por quilo aqui do lado de casa.
DEPENDENDO DO QUILO
TAH CARO TAMBEM
Eu adoro esse silêncio voluntário.
NA~O FALE COMIGO HOJE
ACABEI DE LEVAR HUM TRUQUE
Quando saio daqui, percebo que tenho que falar muito.
DEPENDES
Quase que me explicar o tempo inteiro.
TENDIH
No Rio, sabe o que mais odeio?
Você dar o endereço para um taxista e ele perguntar qual o caminho de preferência, mesmo que só exista um único.
A SORAYA ACABOU DE ME LIGAR
TAH COM SAUDADES
E
EU
TAMBEM
Eu gosto da velocidade como as coisas acontecem.
VAMOS HOJE AA DANGER
Já produzi exposições em muitas cidades, mas nada como produzir aqui.
EH UMA BELA VITRINE
Parece meio barrista,
BAIRRISTA
I MEAN
coisa de paulistano e é.
E
EH
Esse stress todo faz com que a gente fique mais esperto, mais sem paciência, então todos ficam na mesma sintonia.
POIS EH
A SORAYA ENTENDEU
Você não nasce paulistano, independente de onde você venha, você se torna um.
NOHS NOS TORNAMOS
Claro que tudo o que a gente deseja no fim de semana é correr daqui.
OU FICAR AQUI
Às vezes fica difícil, tem aquela festa imperdível, aquela peça que você está adiando para ver… Mesmo que eu não faça nada, adoro saber que opções não faltam.
MESMO AS MAIS OHBIVIAS DO MUNDO
COMO O ACARAJEH DA LUZIA
NA BENEDITO
AOS SAHBADOS
Quando saio daqui, passo 3 dias eu fico reclamando disso.
ENGRAÇADO
EU NEM PERCEBO
SE PASSARAM TRE^S DIAS
Paulistano é meio ranzinza.
EH SIM
Eu sou muito ranzinza, reclamão.
TAMBEM SOU
Depois passa.
EH
PASSA
Quando vemos aquele horizonte que não temos, aquele modo de vida na velocidade certa, aquele trânsito que não é caótico.
EH
CAI A FICHA
Adoramos tudo que não temos por aqui.
E MAIS ALGUMA COISA
ADORAMOS NOVIDADE
Mas aí dá aquela saudade insana, eu sei. Dá vontade de voltar.
E
VOLTO
Cada paulistano tem lugares que fazem ele se sentir em casa.
EH
TEM SIM
A PADOCA DA BARA~O DE LIMEIRA
FOR EXEMPLE
Coisas que só tem aqui.
MIXTO QUENTE
PRA VARIAR
Já percebeu como fazemos extensões de nossas casas, lugares que frequentamos muito? Acabamos por tratar pelo nome o João que faz o pão na chapa exatamente do jeito que a gente gosta.
E A COXINHA SEMPRE
SEMPRE
JUST BAKED
Assim como o dono do restaurante e do garçom que te atende há séculos no mesmo lugar.
POIS EH
QUANTA BOBAHGEM
A QUE DAMOS VALOR
Por outro lado, qualquer mudança nos sentimos vulneráveis e temos que nos readaptar muito rápido.
ODEIO MUDANÇAS
Quando um lugar só seu e de seus amigos vira hype, dá-lhe procurar outro.
NUNCA FREQUENTO LUGARES HYPADOS
NA~O ACREDITO EM HYPE
O HYPE NA`O SE SUSTENTA
OU AA BASE DE MUITA MIHDIA
SIM
ACONTECE
Paulistanos adoram exclusividade.
I MEAN
SER BEM TRATADO
AFINAL PAGAMOS POR TUD
ATEH UM BOM DIA
Isso independe de posição social.
AS VEZES SEI LAH
Sim, a cidade é cruel com as amizades.
NEM FALEMOS DE VUHDUHS
Nunca temos tempo
NA~O TENHO TEM PRA NADA
NEM PRA TE CONHECER
Vivemos sempre ocupados.
OCUPADEHRRIMOS
Com o msn e celular, então, nem contato físico precisamos.
NA~O TE CONHEÇO
COMO GOSTARIA
POREM TE VIH NOUTRO DIA
SEGUINTE AO BAH FOND DO LORENZZO
ADOREI A PARKA
OU SERIA UM SOUR TOUT
EM BLACK AND WITHE
ADOREI
ALEHM DE BIXA SABIDA
ENGAJADA
Até que inventemos algo para nos rever. Às vezes, vamos adiando, mas quando nos encontramos é como se nunca tivessemos nos separado.
EH
EH SEMPRE ASSIM
Amizade nesta cidade é coisa séria. Tenho amigos que são para vida toda.
EU TAMBEM
E não é assim em todo lugar?
NOVA IORQUE
PARIS
LONDRES
EH ASSIM
PRA MIM
SEMPRE
GRAÇAS A DEUS
Talvez, mas aqui não é fácil esbarrar sem querer por aí.
Temos que combinar, marcar.
A cidade é grande, a cidade é cinza.
ADORO CINZAS
LONDRES EH SEMPRE CINZA
É uma cidade interna. As ruas nos levam para um destino certo. É difícil nos deixar andar por andar, soltos por aí.
EU AINDA ME DEIXO
OUTRO DIA ME PERDIH PELO IPIRANGA
SOH PRA MIH CONTRARIAR
Temos coisas para fazer, objetivos para atingir, trabalho…
TRABALHO DEMAIS EH VERDADE
Experimente perguntar para um paulistano o que ele está fazendo.
TO^ ACORDANDO PRA VARIAR
‘Ah! Estou super ocupado’ é a primeira coisa que ele vai te dizer. Quando você for apresentado a um, depois do seu nome a segunda pergunta será ‘O que você faz?’
NADA
VIVO DE SORRIR
E APARECER
Certo ou errado, o que você faz define um milhão de coisas para o povo daqui.
TO^ CAGANDO E ANDANDO
E VOCE^
Depois tudo corre normal. Ou não.
AH QUEM NA~O ARRISCA
NA~O PETISCA
Isso tudo, está entranhado em mim até a raiz.
DOS CABELOS
QUE JAH NA~O TENHO
Eu escolhi morar aqui.
E ALIH
E São Paulo me escolheu.
AMO SA~O PAULO
É um casamento que dura anos, entre idas e vindas.
E FICADAS
DO VERBO FICAR
TA~O EM VOGUE
ATUALMENTE
Mas por enquanto, nem penso em divórcio.
JAH DISQUITEI
NOS PAPEHIS
Parabéns, jovem senhora!
TANKS
Não é tão charmosa como Paris
AH
TEM SEU CHARM
tão única quanto Londres
TEM SEUS CLUHBIS
tão excitante quanto NY
QUE NA~O ANDA TA~O EXCITANTE ASSIM
CONVENHAMOS
POHS GIULLIANNE
AI QUANTA CHATICE E HIPOCRIZIA
mas você chega lá.
JAH CHEGOU LAH
E O LAH NA~O EXISTE
FAZER O QUE^
EU TO^ AQUI
ESTE EH MEU LUGAR FAVORITO
ALIAHS MEU LUGAR FAVORITO
EH ONDE ESTOU
NESTE EXATO
MOMENTO
AMANHA~
VAI SABER
ONDE ESTAREI
AI BIH
SOH PERGUNTA COMPLICADA
VOCE^
ME
PAHGA
SUA
SUJA

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The 3 P.M. Brunch With the 4 A.M. Vibe By BEN DETRICKNOV. 16, 2011 Continue reading the main story Share This Page Share Tweet Pin Email More Save Photo An enthusiastic reveler parties to a performance by Roxy Cottontail, a promoter, at Eat Yo Brunch at Yotel on 10th Avenue, where the $35 brunch allows patrons to eat and drink for two hours. Credit Deidre Schoo for The New York Times BRUNCH, an occasion for flapjacks, Bloody Marys and meandering conversation, is traditionally the most sluggish of meals. But a smorgasbord of clubby New York restaurants have transformed lazy midday gatherings into orgies of overindulgence with blaring music, jiggling go-go dancers and bar tabs that mushroom into five figures. No, boozy brunches aren’t new. Inspired by the daytime debauchery on Pampelonne Beach in St.-Tropez, where jet-setters arrive by Ferrari and yacht, early iterations began at Le Bilboquet on the Upper East Side in the early ’90s, and spread to meatpacking district flashpoints like Bagatelle and Merkato 55 in 2008. But more recently, these brunches have been supersized, moving from smaller lounges to brassy nightclubs like Lavo and Ajna. The party blog Guest of a Guest has taken to calling it the “Battle of the Brunches.” “Not everyone gets to run to the beach or jump on a plane,” said Noah Tepperberg, an owner of Lavo in Midtown, which started its brunch party a year ago. “If you want to leave your house on the weekend, brunch fills that void.” On a recent Saturday, Mr. Tepperberg stood in Lavo’s basement kitchen, surrounded by meat slicers and employees readying confectionary “poison apples” for a Halloween party for a pre-split Kim Kardashian. Upstairs, patrons in costumes danced atop tables and chairs, bobbing to the carnival syncopation of Jay-Z and Kanye West’s “Paris.” Confetti and blasts of fog filled the air. Continue reading the main story Related Coverage slideshow The Brunch Party Takes Over Clubs NOV. 16, 2011 Advertisement Continue reading the main story It was 3 p.m. “People walk in and say, ‘I can’t believe this is going on right now,’ ” Mr. Tepperberg said. The brunch bacchanalia shows no sign of running dry. The Mondrian SoHo is starting Scene Sundays this month at its Imperial No. Nine restaurant. In Las Vegas, the original Lavo started a Champagne brunch a few weeks ago. Similar affairs have bubbled up in Boston, Los Angeles and Washington. For those looking to replicate the formula, here’s a guide to some of New York’s frothiest. Day and Night Ajna Bar (25 Little West 12th Street, dayandnightnyc.com); Saturday, noon to 6 p.m. This extravagant French-themed party landed in October at Ajna Bar in the meatpacking district, after dousing the Hamptons, Art Basel in Miami and the Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel with rosé. Beneath an industrial skylight and fluttering flags from the United Kingdom, France and Israel, well-heeled patrons pumped their fists and posed for purse-lipped Facebook photos, racking up huge tabs every Saturday. “I understand there’s a lot of people out there going through hard times,” said Daniel Koch, the promoter who helped start the Day and Night parties at Merkato 55. “But what you want to do with your money is your business.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES “If you’ve been sprayed with Champagne, make some noise!” a hype man will shout between piercing dance tracks from Robyn, Calvin Harris and Oasis. Dancers in orange bathing suits will emerge; pipes will blast jets of fog. In a dangerously drunken take on a bar mitzvah ritual, a man spooning dessert out of a giant bowl will be seated on a chair and lifted high into the air by his cronies. BRUNCH SET Club-savvy guests seem piped in from Miami, Monaco and Merrill Lynch. “I’m from the South, so drinking during the day is not new to me,” said a woman who wore a Diane Von Furstenberg dress but not the necessary wristband to enter the V.I.P. area. Outside, near a black Aston Martin coupe, a young man wearing paint on his face and sunglasses delved into socioeconomics. “We’re the 1 percent,” he said to a woman, matter of factly. THE BUFFET The Nutella-stuffed croissants ($12) cater to Europeans, while a gimmicky $2,500 ostrich egg omelet (with foie gras, lobster, truffle, caviar and a magnum of Dom Perignon) is for aspiring Marie Antoinettes. Champagne bottles start at $500; packages with several bottles of liquor and mixers for mojitos or bellinis are $1,000. The check can be sobering. “You didn’t look at the price of the Dom bottle!” a man barked into his iPhone, to a friend who apparently ditched before paying. “It’s $700!” STILL-HOT ACCESSORY Slatted “shutter shades” live on at Day and Night. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Yes. Lavo Champagne Brunch Lavo (39 East 58th Street, lavony.com); Saturday, 2 to 6:30 p.m. Smog guns. Confetti cannons. Piñatas. Masked masseuses. Dancers in Daisy Duke shorts (some on stilts, obviously). Since last November, this Italian restaurant has roiled with the energy and pageantry of Mardi Gras. At the recent Halloween party, Slick Rick, an old-school rapper with an eye patch and glinting ropes of jewelry, lethargically performed several ’80s hits. Some of the younger “Black Swans” in attendance were unsure of his identity. “Is he big in London?” asked an Australian woman wearing a top hat. SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES Caffeinated anthems like Pitbull’s “Hey Baby” and Roscoe Dash’s “All the Way Turnt Up” are accentuated by processions of bouncers carrying women above them in tubs, like Cleopatra on a palanquin. Polenta pancakes taking up precious square footage? Just kick them aside with your stilettos. Newsletter Sign Up Continue reading the main story Open Thread Newsletter A look from across the New York Times at the forces that shape the dress codes we share, with Vanessa Friedman as your personal shopper. You agree to receive occasional updates and special offers for The New York Times's products and services. See Sample Privacy Policy Opt out or contact us anytime BRUNCH SET Share Champagne spritzers with willowy model types and inheritors of wealth. The scrum on an October afternoon included the son of a Mongolian dignitary, six scions of Mexican plutocracy wearing novelty somberos, and at least one supermodel. “She’s everywhere,” said Mr. Tepperberg, as the nymph, whose name he couldn’t remember, disappeared into the jungle of merriment. THE BUFFET With the emphasis on tabletop dancing, Italian trattoria offerings (margherita pizzas for $21, and lemon ricotta waffles for $19) are often abandoned underfoot and sprinkled with confetti. Proving alcohol reigns supreme here, ice buckets are carefully shielded with napkins. Bottle service rules: Moët Brut is $195 and liquor starts at $295. Balthazar and Nebuchadnezzar sizes surge toward the $10,000 mark. RISKY ROSé Alcohol and high-altitude dancing can be perilous: there was a brief hullabaloo in one corner when several women took a tumble. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Yes. Eat Yo Brunch Yotel (570 10th Avenue, yotel.com); Sunday, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. If spending thousands of dollars makes your stomach turn, this newish party at Yotel is more easily digested. This affably cartoonish affair, held at the space-age hotel in Hell’s Kitchen with the design aesthetics of a Pokémon, draws a gay-friendly crowd lured northward by Patrick Duffy, a promoter. “There’s a lot of pressure in night life,” Mr. Duffy said. “But I feel like Sunday is a comedown. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES These connoisseurs of brunch wear designer shoes too stylish for tromping atop omelets. With a D.J. spinning dance tracks from LeLe and Earth, Wind & Fire, guests sip bellinis at the bar or banter at long communal tables. The performers are looser. One afternoon, Roxy Cottontail, a pink-haired promoter, vamped around the sunken dining area with a microphone. “Don’t make kitty pounce,” she rapped, before climbing atop a table. BRUNCH SET Clusters of trim men wear leather motorcycle jackets or shroud themselves in patterned scarves. “It’s an eclectic, downtown vibe,” Ms. Cottontail said. “We have the most fabulous gays in New York City.” When a platinum-blond waiter in skintight jeans pranced in front of a wall decorated with pictures of sumo wrestlers riding Japanese carp, it seemed straight from an anime cell. THE BUFFET For an egalitarian $35, patrons receive unlimited grub — options include chilaquiles, halibut sliders and seaweed salad — and a two-hour window of boozing. “It’s not bougie,” said Mr. Duffy, who bounded across the room hugging guests and hand-delivering shots. “You could be a poor, starving artist or someone that doesn’t take a client for under $20 million.” COLOR CODE Wear purple if you hope to be camouflaged by the staff outfits, chairs and ceilings. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? No. Sunset Saturdays PH-D Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown (355 West 16th Street, dreamdowntown.com); Saturday, 5:30 to 10 p.m. Despite a happy hour time slot, this sunset party atop the Dream Downtown hotel is not for pre-gaming. After funneling in brunch crowds from elsewhere, 8 p.m. has the frenzied atmosphere and intoxication of 2 a.m. The offbeat timing may deter conventional weekend warriors. “No matter how cool the place, some people feel Friday and Saturday nights are for amateurs,” said Matt Strauss, a manager of PH-D. “We’re not for amateurs.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES The D.J. rapid-fires through tracks from C+C Music Factory, LMFAO and Rick Ross, but booze-lubricated guests scramble on couches with little hesitation. Those grappling with bursts of existential angst after six hours of brunch can gaze pensively at the spectacular views of Midtown Manhattan. BRUNCH SET Attractive women and affluent men knot around tables; hotel guests gawk from the bar. On a recent Saturday, Mark Wahlberg danced with a few friends, and David Lee, a former New York Knick, enjoyed downtime provided by the N.B.A. lockout. “We saw an angle,” said Matt Assante, a promoter. “People spend more money than at nighttime.” THE BUFFET Brunch is thankfully over, but crispy calamari ($17) and guacamole ($12) could constitute a light dinner. A bottle of Veuve Clicquot is $475. Cîroc vodka is $450. Cocktails like the Cloud Nine (Beefeater gin, Campari, grapefruit) are $18; a Bud Light is $10. WINDING DOWN After the rigors of daylong gorging, relax with the help of an on-site masseuse. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Obviously.

The 3 P.M. Brunch With the 4 A.M. Vibe By BEN DETRICK NOV. 16, 2011 Continue reading the main story Share This Page Share Tweet Pin Email More Save Photo An enthusiastic reveler parties to a performance by Roxy Cottontail, a promoter, at Eat Yo Brunch at Yotel on 10th Avenue, where the $35 brunch allows patrons to eat and drink for two hours. Credit Deidre Schoo for The New York Times BRUNCH, an occasion for flapjacks, Bloody Marys and meandering conversation, is traditionally the most sluggish of meals. But a smorgasbord of clubby New York restaurants have transformed lazy midday gatherings into orgies of overindulgence with blaring music, jiggling go-go dancers and bar tabs that mushroom into fiv

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