Paris Stays Up Late - February
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Once the blazer is on and the door slams shut, where do Paris’s night owls go? Here are the places, people, and pieces that dressed my nights. In February, I:
— Left a few hours of sleep behind at the inaugural Wato Members Club party: a secret location, 40 guests in black tie, a dazzling show, and a single night to burn it all down. This party-only Club is the latest brainchild of WATO, whose underground beginnings were already praised by the New York Times - no less. Keep an eye on their Instagram to try your luck at membership and catch the 2nd edition (April 25th, according to my sources).
— Savored the best lasagna of my life at Come a Casa. "If you call after 6 PM, I might be able to give you the evening menu." Before that, who knows: it depends on the market and the whims of Flavia, the chef. What we do know, however, is that right in the heart of Ménilmontant sits one of the best Italian spots in Paris. The night I went, I was served a tomato burrata that wiped all previous ones from memory. And I'm still dreaming of the lasagna with Toulouse sausage ragù, sautéed chanterelles, provola, and parmesan.
— Leafed through the book "Clubbing", a deep dive into the global history of clubs, from the invention of the disco ball in 1916 to the present day (in french). Special mention for the chapters on Le Palace and Le Rex, those legendary Parisian clubs sitting right next door to our Suites.
— Found communion at Alt. Only eight seats available. Not one more. You settle in with Olympian calm—and not on your neighbor's lap. The restaurant could host three times as many people, but Chef Kazuaki deliberately chose to slow the pace, bringing infinite care to his plates. No need for a Michelin star to reach perfection. More than a dinner, a communion over French gastronomy.
— Celebrated Valentine's Day with the crew at Le Pigalle, a safe haven for Parisian Saturday nights: you dine on "small" plates that actually mean business, cross paths with an international crowd, and surrender to a high-energy DJ set that doesn't skimp on the hits and inevitably gets me out of my chair.
— Inaugurated 51 Iéna. No comment, no pictures, sorry. Members are expected to be discreet.
"Although the party might not solve the problems of the world, it might at least provide a space in which a different world can be imagined... dancing, mixing, bonding, communicating, working, building and praying, the night still shimmers with a utopian hope that the daylight is hard-pressed to produce." (Tim Lawrence, Love Saves the Day).
See you in a month to save the world by dancing,
