![]() ![]() This bar attracts “journalists, artists, directors, screenwriters, writers, authors and alcoholics,” joked (a little lamely) Pete Spurrier, a regular who owns an imprint for books about Chinese culture. Here, in this glossy city, lies the possibility of an experience verging on extinction: a fresh breeze, a smoke (permitted outdoors), quiet conversation. ![]() guys wearing chambray shirts untucked over baggy jeans, journalists in ironic T-shirts and nonironic glasses, strangers passing a house guitar: Club 71 is the antithesis of a Philippe Starck watering hole. EACH year, the bar scene here becomes slicker, with barely there furniture, too-pink Cosmopolitans, and preening patrons who might well have stepped out of an imaginary reality show featuring aspiring models.īut down a steep footpath in trendy Soho (south of Hollywood Road) streams a different crowd. ![]()
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