Floppity Flop Flop
Two weekends ago Daniel and I went to a very interesting party.
It was a benefit for the Autonomous Mutant Festival (which I really hope I can get the time off for) thrown by S.P.A.Z. and Katabatik. The location for the evenings festivities was quite the treat, now known as The Bordello, it was previously known as Mr. Floppy's Flophouse and has a rather sordid past from being an actual Bordello to being a performance space for Psychic TV.
Needless to say, I was excited for the opportunity to visit, and was most certainly not let down. Walking into the place, I felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole into some sort of alternate reality where everything was not quite as it seemed. From the impressive old-time wooden bar complete with taxidermy heads on the wall, the antique dentist chair with a tray for drug preparation, half-floors and grated walkways, many hidden rooms with odd lighting, vintage urinals and sinks in completely random locations, to strange instruments and an odd 'cabin by the sea' feel... well I can only surmise that whenever renovation and decoration was done it was under the heavy influence of psychedelics and God knows what else.
It's probably a good thing I had forgotten my camera at home, I could have spent hours upon hours photographing the place. Instead I plunged head first into the Bordello atmosphere... drinking Elderflower and champagne cocktails, twisting around on the dancefloor to dark, decadent beats, and exploring the mansion on tippy-toes.
The energy of the place was amazing, and well, lets just say it made me want to use the place for its original intended purpose, so I grabbed Daniel and wandered until we found a suitable hidden room with a bed. I don't think you have to use much imagination to guess what came next... At one point someone walked in on us too, haha. I'm quite happy to be able to check off 'having sex with a hot guy in a vintage flophouse' on my list of crazy things to do in my life.
More dancing and drinking and general festivities went on until the wee hours of the night, when we were finally exhausted enough to drag ourselves away from the Bordello and crash in bed back home. I hope that at some point I will be able to return, I'm definitely going to be keeping this place on watch...