Masquerade with Me
December 19th, 2006 by Katie
The forces of the universe conspired to lure me into a dark hotel with strangely masked men as November expired. To clarify, JuliB.com lured me to the Night Hotel with complimentary Rioja wine for a Masquerade party. AKA; A not-so-well disguised orgy of event planners and party-hoppers.
Given the night’s mysterious vibe, I was not surprised to catch lingering glances exchanged through decadant masks. As the deep bass pounded, more and more men arrived in charcoal suits and the number of women in litte-black dresses increased. Slowly, the world seemed to evolve into a monochromatic underground layer for VIPs only.
These VIPs were prepared for the long haul, having changed out of their work attire to celebrate their acheivements until sunrise. The emo sophisticates enjoyed their own company, checking out their reflections in the over-sized metallic-framed mirrors hanging below gothic candelabras. A quick knowing head nod to fellow glamourite Tracee and we killed our glasses of red to make a break for reality.
When we stepped back out onto the Midtown sidewalks, the velvet drapes and black and white tiles of the fetish hotel were only a memory. Though CMYK and oxygen were well received by both of us, I was impressed by how the luxury space had broken out of the mold to make me feel like I belonged in this dark, fabulous fantasy.
Take imposing visitors there for a rad sneak peak into coolness or stop by the bar for a drink in true escapism fashion. No masks necessary.
Image Taken from the Night Hotel Website