The red-curtained cabaret
Source: Top Secret
This is where I’ll be tonight. I’ll be doing something different, in the dark wilderness of non-tangoland, and I am actually excited to be doing something that does not take place inside a dance studio.
I’ll be smoking indoors holding a cigarette holder made of yellow enamel. Strings of glass necklaces will be clicking against each other as I reach over for a vial of radioactive absinthe. Silk brushing against my legs, and a thin wispy black lace mask floating around my smokey eyes. Burlesque on stage revealing bits and pieces of pale glistening skin. Live jazz and drunken laughter. Smeared lipstick. The intoxicating possibility of the authorities shutting us down ’round about midnight…
Decadent? Yes! It’ll get messy, and it sounds just a bit grotesque, but this is New York, baby, and it’s a speakeasy, and that makes it fabulous. And I’ll knock ‘em dead with my Comme Il Fauts. ;)
Now, it’d be just perfect if they had a bandoneon, and we could all dance tango…
(Just kidding).
p.s. …some tango maybe afterwards…??
Oooh, so intriguing Nuit!
The tango afterwards might make it a perfect evening. I look forward to hearing all about it…
Okay, if I’m ever in New York, you have to take me to this.
It sounds a bit like a “Media luz” place :
Corrientes 3, 4, 8,
segundo piso, ascensor.
No hay porteros ni vecinos.
Adentro, cocktail y amor.
[..]
Y todo a media luz,
que es un brujo el amor,
a media luz los besos,
a media luz los dos.
Y todo a media luz
crepúsculo interior.
¡Qué suave terciopelo
la media luz de amor!
[..]
Is there anything more wonderful than the perfect combination of the decadent and the grotesque? Glorious.