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It’s Fashion’s Night Out, which for some people, might be the best day of the year (just call it Treat Yo Self 2012). Special deals, limited edition gear, and complimentary drinks and snacks abound. If you’re in NYC, here are some options for music to see around town.

Paloma Faith played Le Baron last night. She's an English chanteuse—chant-OOZE, the intern who studied French corrects me—who is being positioned as the new Lady Gaga. Yesterday afternoon, since I don't do anything after 7:30pm, I went to see Ms. Faith perform at the Soho House. There were a bunch of music editors there and we were served chicken and salmon beforehand. Then we were led into a screening room and shown the music video below on a big screen: 

London band Is Tropical is the latest act to take the stage at New York's Le Baron for Encore! Sessions. In this video from the exclusive Chinatown club, watch the trio play "Lies," "Orange," and "Seasick Mutiny" from their debut album Native To. Signed to Parisian taste-making label Kitsuné, Is Tropical deliver sun-drenched electro-rock ready for rooftop parties, real or imaginary.

he Virgins haven’t released an album since their 2008 self-titled debut, but the group is starting to kick around new tracks in advance of a new record rumored to be released this year.

Back in February, the French nightclub kingpin André Saraiva opened an outpost of his Parisian hotspot Le Baron in Manhattan’s Chinatown. Predictably, celebrity revelers showed up in droves to populate the club and no less than New York’s own after-dark impresario Serge Becker told the New York Times that Le Baron had his stamp of approval, saying, “You just can’t buy your way into the place. It’s about if you’re cool or not.”

Art Basel is one big, enticing, honey pot of rich folks, semi-rich folks, and broke folks posing as rich folks, and generally a lot of inebriated folks with expensive things. In other words: a grifter’s paradise.

"You down here working or partying?" was the most quoted line at Art Basel this year, and more often than not, the answer was a bemused shrug, and then the latter. 

"Nightlife is the soul of the city."

Fashion Week has descended upon New York City, anointing new and yet-to-be-opened venues with its holy presence. Fashion houses and fashionable rags have shouldered their way into seen-and-be-seen restaurants and night spots, and have sold off their first born in order to offer their party guests a first look at some unopened places, like The Mondrian and the Darby's buzzy basement. The perennial question: Whether to elect tried-and-true spots (or, in the case of Alexander Wang, gas stations and bounce houses) over what could be just a flash-in-the-pan hotspot. Herewith, a rumor-mongering and totally useless look at where all the week's parties shall take place.

Since it's looking like no one will be going to France ever again, the French seem hell-bent on bringing their brand of tres cool to us. A while back, we reported on an Eater tip that André Saraiva, the Parisian über-scenester and graffiti artist behind that city's bastion of after dark exclusivity, Le Baron, was planning a New York expansion. Today, you can consider that possibility a likely reality.