On Sunday the 13th of July, Avery and I tried our luck at Silencio, 15 euro all night entry tickets. The David Lynch lover in e was excited to see what such a space would look like. I was worried about the whole thing. The internet was a poor place to judge something, long lines, mean bouncers I heard. We got there quit early, a small door wating for us with three bouncers. We greeted one and he usherd us to the next with our tickets in hand to present. we got in, no long line, no mean bouncer. the entrance smelled like a stale theatre, cascading black carpeted stairs in front of us. as we walked down each flight the streets of paris washed away, soon faded in the thumping of a beat. the floor of the club had these intersecting corridors with dirrenet rooms, and bars serving 20 euro coctials and 10 euro beers. avery and I made our way to a lounge room, with spacey midcentury design and wooden blocks lining the walls, like somethingnyou would see in a 2001 Kubrick design, or more relevant a liminal space in a Lynch film. the walls were lined with art books free to pick up and look at.
There was a designanted smoking room with these spindly trees growing up from the floor. the dance floor was small, lined with mirrors and flashing with red lights. it was both disorenting and cathartic. the sets for the night were arthouse, discoteqthe. melodic beats that thumped without end. it was 2 am, Avery and I were tired, and we parked oursleves in the lounge. A young man who we had spotted earlier that night with a white collard shirt opened a few buttons down, and black slacks approached us. He was enjpying the night, and the drinks it had seemed. His name was Jeremy, from the moment he sat dowmn in front of us he became our kindered spirit to lead our cleberation in the club. He wass interested in our story, and included us in the festivities. After he asked where our VIP bands were, like that was just a common thing he ran away only to comem back shortly with two VIP bands. He told us he used to work at Silencio, and so we presented our wrist to the bouncer and we went behind the DJ booth. Bottles on ice, people smoking, dancing and hyping the DJ. It was a wild night with wild people. eveyrone in the club was a character with a story, one that I may not know but certantly one to ponder on. Aveery and I stayed till 5am for the morning train. A night never to be forggoten.
