SUPER EGO: A Hangover Treatment at F.S.C. Barber, a peek at Treasure Island Music Festival, a celebration of Vicki Marlane, and more nightlife mischief
I never regret the morning after — but sometimes the night before can stick to my face like Ragu to Tupperware, child. It's not always pretty! OK it is, but sometimes it's slightly less so. So when I heard that the nifty new vintage-groomin' F.S.C. Barber in the Mission was offering something called the Hangover Treatment facial, I leaped to try it.
I mean, I'm usually about as resistant to professional beauty treatments as I am to shaved chests on porn stars or pulmonary tuberculosis. I hope. But the rituals of modern manhood are startling — one day you're lighting up a Cuban fedora with a baseball bat you shot at par nine while building your own Playboy smoking jacket. The next you're lying back in a beautiful vintage barber chair (complementing F.S.C.'s 120-year-old restored mahogany barber stations from the Chicago World's Fair) while an amiable, impeccably fashionable tattooed guy named Brett massages your face.
It was bliss, a multi-part treatment of lavender and eucalyptus hot towels with a bubbling Malin + Goetz mask that really did make me feel like "a million buckaroos." (It costs $25.) Who wants more cocktails?
F.S.C., which is all the rage in its Manhattan homebase where there are two branches already, may put out a men's club vibe, but it's not really that uptight or theme-y. It has a tasty little clothing shop attached called the Freemans Sporting Club, and manager Jonah Buffa, who opened the SF outpost (his brother Sam is the F.S.C. founder), is as sweet and laid back as they come, a true Missionite raising his kid in the neighborhood.
To all you tech guys who aren't sure what to do with your look, or aren't even sure you should have one: please go here. They will help you! It will help all of us!
F.S.C. Barber 696 Valencia, SF. (415) 621-9000, www.fscbarber.com
T.I.M.F. T.M.I. The lineup for this year's ever-zesty Treasure Island Music Festival (October 15 and 16, www.treasureislandfestival.com) was announced last week, and as usual it's unofficially segregated into a "dance" day (Saturday) and a "rock" day (Sunday). On my personal "dance day" must-see list? Flying Lotus, Buraka Som Sistema, Shabazz Palaces, Battles, and — hurray for random — Death From Above 1979. There's no over-the-top pop-dance draw this year (although grime-rapper Dizzee Rascal's latest "Bonkers" incarnation should please any, goddess help us, Steve Aoki or LMFAO fans).
Also as usual, there's the merest appearance of Bay Area talent — lovely local chamber-pop outfit Geographer pops in to start things off on Saturday. It seems a shame, and a failure of nerve, since we have so much worthy homegrown dance talent. Could they set up a dance tent with continuously spinning local DJs, as an alternative to the stage acts? That would be dandy.
Monthly based-goth, witch house and deathrock party 120 Minutes goes darker than ever with a live set by Nike7UP, who melts the chirpy underbelly of chart-pop into a suicidal wish-blorp. GuMMyBeAR, Nako, WhITCH, Teams, and more haunt your earholes.
Fri/5, 10 p.m., $10 ($5 before 11 p.m.). Elbo Room, 647 Valencia, SF. www.elbo.com
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