Lauren V.
Yelp
After spending the afternoon in the fantastically weird world of Diane Arbus at the major retrospective exhibit at Jeu de Paume (totally recommend), it only made sense to spend the night in the strange and surreal world of David Lynch - but how?
I knew one thing about the club, and that was that it was members only but granted non-members entrance after midnight. The rest was a mystery, including whether there was a cover charge, or a dress code, or how many non-members would actually get in on a Saturday night. After searching online and reading several articles about the design, décor and live acts (which i won't go into here because it is covered so extensively by media) we decided to just arrive at midnight and see what happened.
I am by no means a club person, let alone a "behind the velvet rope" person, so I was slightly caught off guard by the doorman, who, right as we walked up, stepped outside and told the 8 or so people standing out front that he was very sorry and just doing his job (I assumed we caught the tail end of the news that he wasn't letting anyone else in). Then he noticed my husband and I were new arrivals (it was about 12:30a) and asked where we were from (London, U.S.) and what we did (designer, writer) -- and then nodded and let us in. (I was so caught off guard by even being asked and the implications of our answers that I just blurted mine out.) A very unhappy woman retorted at this "Oh, seriously? My ex-husband is creative director for Dior, is that what matters?"
Whoa. What in the hell kind of world were we stepping in to?? I knew this club would probably be overpriced and pretentious, but the door man's questions and the woman's reactions really blew my mind. But we didn't question it and wandered inside, down the dim spiral steps, checked our coats (€2 charge) and got some drinks (€28 for two vodka/soda waters).
From what I read, I expected it to be bigger. The "black forest room" was really more of a nook, and the "theatre" was a room just off the bar area, with a step down to small stage (and doubled as a dance floor when the plastic chairs were cleared). We just missed the live act for the night (a magician). There was plenty of diverse seating (not much of it open at the time we arrived) and it was well placed, offering views of comings and goings, the bar, and in areas that were more private. The DJ offered everything from Lykke Li (who apparently had her own show there earlier in the week) to Missy Elliott.
The atmosphere was upbeat and the crowd was a mix of sophisticates, art elite, club kids and people who looked like they wandered in after work at their office jobs. As a non-regular (and a very regular looking person) I found no discrimination from bartenders in drink ordering, to my surprise.
All in all it was an awesome experience. I can't imagine finding myself there regularly (if I lived in Paris, that is), but as a Lynch fan and for a special occasion I found it to be a fantastic little foray into a bizarre little underworld.
Note: We tried for about an hour to get a taxi outside the club (and for a quarter mile in every direction) to no avail and had to walk back to our hotel about 2 miles away). Have the coat check person call you one!