There it is again. The hazy blur of the sun going down over the Hollywood Hills
Submitted by Wayne on Wed, 2010-06-09 03:06.
Submitted by Wayne on Sat, 2008-02-02 21:51.
Now that the NY fashion machine is spinning full tilt, my ADD affilicted mind is already eyeing all nearby airports for the next destination. I really wanted it to be London but I think it may be LA first, just for the warmth, the isolation and the sight of a town spinning on the buzz of the upcoming Oscars. Writer's strike or not (many a friend is telling us that event is a catatostrophe all around ) the shiny new beautiful people on the LA scene will be partying like it was still 1999... to the sound of Prince's "1999". It's one of the things I find odd about LA DJ culture...that constant Greatest-Hits-Review most DJ's spin. Which is why TI hopes Lionel Bensemoun's plot to bring Andre Saraiva "Le Baron" franchise to the City Of Angels will mean better music for at least one venue. And yes, I know I owe you the dear reader a long delayed overview of the LA party scene complete with exclusive Q+A's with the hottest promoters and scensters. Well, in order to pull it together I'm hiring an assistant to transcribe the whole epic. We'll do our very best to make it worth the wait and do stay tuned for our Hiss Squad report on the true nature of Le Baron LA. The principals tells style.com that it's going to be "private and for our friends only" . Does that mean the dining room at Chateau is going to go empty?
Submitted by Wayne on Thu, 2007-11-08 23:42.
Well that was a lesson in the uselessness of preconceived notions. Last night at Green Door that is. The buzz had washed up on the shores of NY in broken bits and pieces..."Johnny Zander's Friday night...jammed w celebs"... "the front room draws upon images of Parisian coffee shops" "Heidi Klum's Halloween party".When that certain LA Overlord (one of those stealth forces who quietly controls a lot of wires behind the scene) said "C'mon on down", I did just that. After the programming I got from last season's hot spot, Hyde, I expected that behind the little green door would be the typical narrow little cave of a room with sagging thrift store furniture hiding its tawdriness in the dim night club light. Scattered around the room would be the full species of 'movie industry people"... and the hanger-ons who service them. Here is where the preconceived notions flew out the door. The Green Door is not a cave. Its a damn warehouse, redone in a mish-mosh of vintage styles that completely contradicts the scale of the place. The strangeness of that is perverse. A cosy and traditional design vocabulary installed in a massive and rambling space. Very odd. Velvet everywhere.. green velvet curtains, velvet couches, brocades, striped tenting "antiqued" paint treatments on the wall. Think The Gramercy's Rose Bar meets suburban kitsch.