June 11, 2010
Bling and Fur Vignette
Versace? Try again. Fendi? Close. Just Cavalli! No not a fashion show (wrong city, that is Paris, London, New York and Milan!)
Close your eyes and you are transported to a Solidere nightclub (in their wildest dreams). Here, my compatriots (the ones with the cedared newly blue passports) come to play in Dubai. Everyone else is related to them somehow. Russians? Same fashion conscience.
You enter through a dark staircase wallpapered with nothing else but black silky fur. It takes you to a high ceilinged room, with a large central restaurant turned club in the wi hours. The furniture is over the top, the ceiling decorated with a million small cristal dangling marbles, the chandeliers are extravagant but turned off when I walk in.
House music, non stop (so much better than eighties nostalgia). But no matter how young I try and try to be, I can't get into the groove. The cadence is tribal, yet repetitive to oblivion. How long can you jam to this? Perhaps I lack "the joie de vivre" of my fellow countrymen. Exit. I must exit.....