Happy Monday.
... That just never sounds right. You’re not buying “Happy Monday.”
Let’s talk about this coming Thursday instead...
Steel yourself for Finale, a color-blue-loving subterranean dance haven on the Bowery, opening Thursday.
You’ve been known to dance. This is a place for that. A place from the folks behind SL and Tenjune. A place where Heidi Klum was supposed to have her infamous Halloween party, before weather got in the way. A place bathed in that kind of pulsing blue light that... makes everything pulse with blue. Also: a lot of temporary street art—a placeholder until the giant blue padded-leather walls come in (those always seem to be on back order).
Ideally, you want to arrive with a gaggle of photogenic acquaintances. Enter through the discreet door on the left of the building. After you descend the staircase, there’s the beginning of the graffiti and the lights. Keep walking. Picture yourself in slow motion with a fish-eye lens on you. Hang a right at the corner. You’ve reached the club.
Pile into one of those blue banquettes. There’s a ring of them around the outside, but shoot for one in the sunken middle area. That’s the dance floor. Warn everyone there to make way.
You need space for your trademark casual head bob.
... That just never sounds right. You’re not buying “Happy Monday.”
Let’s talk about this coming Thursday instead...
Steel yourself for Finale, a color-blue-loving subterranean dance haven on the Bowery, opening Thursday.
You’ve been known to dance. This is a place for that. A place from the folks behind SL and Tenjune. A place where Heidi Klum was supposed to have her infamous Halloween party, before weather got in the way. A place bathed in that kind of pulsing blue light that... makes everything pulse with blue. Also: a lot of temporary street art—a placeholder until the giant blue padded-leather walls come in (those always seem to be on back order).
Ideally, you want to arrive with a gaggle of photogenic acquaintances. Enter through the discreet door on the left of the building. After you descend the staircase, there’s the beginning of the graffiti and the lights. Keep walking. Picture yourself in slow motion with a fish-eye lens on you. Hang a right at the corner. You’ve reached the club.
Pile into one of those blue banquettes. There’s a ring of them around the outside, but shoot for one in the sunken middle area. That’s the dance floor. Warn everyone there to make way.
You need space for your trademark casual head bob.
