I am wearing
a vintage dress
Recently, we celebrated the new addition to already busy
London`s private members club scene – No 41, adjacent to Westbury Hotel, in
Mayfair.
The crowd was a mix of distinctly middle-aged and middle
class sophisticates, a few young, graceful, model-like creatures, a group of
Mayfair patrons, and a handful of heavyweight foreign investors thrown in for a
good measure.
Cool tunes offered by live DJ brought a handful of people onto
a dance floor but one woman’s attempt at techno moves had her almost
head-butting another dancer – not cool!
What is it like inside? Black carpet with white, entwined circles;
shiny parquet on a dance floor; plush burgundy coloured velvet sofas with
plenty of green and gold cushions to prop up a weary head; high-back chairs
covered in plum fabric, mirrored walls, low-level coffee tables, a number of massive
pictures of nude women cradled by scantily dressed men, and oversized
chandeliers create an elegant interior. On one side, there is a row of Greek-style
columns, and on another, a bar tucked into a corner; it looks so spookily
similar to the one gracing the back wall of the Muse of Mayfair, I had to
double-check where I was, as I couldn`t
believe how alike the two were.
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