Poisoned spies, Ripper-style murders, tornadoes in London and T-shirts in November. The English climate has achieved unprecedented levels of eccentricity over the past month. |
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The Moose Bar, by Mr music-turned-hospitality mogul Vince Power, opens today. Like many of Vincent's other establishments, it's designed by Shaun Clarkson with his ever-present proclivity for themeing evident (themeing, once the preserve of Tex-Mex land and every other outlet geared towards families of eight is hot on the trend thermometer right now - see Mahiki, All Star Lanes, Pigalle, etc). The Moose Bar lies opposite Selfridges and is evocative
of a rustic skiing lodge - all cream timber, Nordic murals and cowhide
seating - the music policy (erm, 80s and 90s classics, anyone?), much
like the venue, oozes kitsch. |
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In times to come, will TERROR have seemed overblown; the Cold War justified and the criminalisation of sex workers preposterous? And will the humble ski chalet be rendered just another relic of times bygone, or associated with that future winter hotspot, Antarctica, perhaps? For all the mayhem of the moment, we're finding the old school more palatable than other cultural developments of late. The Moose Bar - now open |
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