A spectacular and somewhat clandestine venue—at once surreal and intimate—has instilled a new heartbeat in Parisian nightlife. The David Lynch–designed private club offers carefully programmed dining, drinking, film watching, live-band spectating and art-performance experiencing. Low lighting and gold leaf make the high-fashion crowd even hotter. Proper cocktail swilling builds bravado for dancing at Social Club next door.
The epic nightclub pulls all-weekenders: Friday-night parties roll strong through Monday morning. The door scene can get pretty theatrical, so put your best foot forward (without putting it in your mouth).
The weekly club night began as an alternative to the Hollywood scene. The party’s five residents are intent on linking L.A. hip-hop traditions with new technologies and special guests (Thom Yorke, Erykah Badu). The results are epic.
The insane 360-degree view is this rooftop lounge’s main attraction. DJs set up around nine P.M. and produce a fine mist of Brazilian bossa nova and electro over the streets of the most upscale neighborhood in São Paulo.
It turns out a slapdash building standing in St. Pauli is the dance floor to be on till the break of dawn. The space hosts excellent DJs from around the world, an antiestablishment attitude fills the air, and people hit the dance floor—hard. Once the sun rises and the last of the beers are cashed, the crowd disperses along the River Elbe.
The first nightclub in the city to get a 24-hour permit is a massive live-music venue and restaurant in an old newspaper printing factory. The main dance floor has rainbow lighting and an amphitheater feel, with the DJ booth front and center. Mixed-genre music, mixed-use bathrooms, the occasional art exhibition and movie screenings showcase the club’s cultural tendencies. There’s a strict door policy, but that makes the buildup to getting inside even better.
The latest straight-out-of-Brooklyn club is this vaguely tropical-themed hole-in-the-wall. Young, artsy, fashionable Bushwick characters, rebelling against the mason-jar cocktail scene, party on with whiskey and beer as the next generation of underground music producers kills it in the DJ booth. The night is young, the dance floor is sweaty, and everything is full of promise.
This no-frills-except-killer-acoustics dance club has reached landmark status—thank you, Prince—since it opened in 1970. It is so loved by the people of Minneapolis, in fact, that when it faced bankruptcy in 2004, the mayor spearheaded an effort to buy it out. From new wave to Nine Inch Nails to the excellent weekly Saturday party Too Much Love, the draw of this downtown danceteria is irresistible.