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Posted by: gemma
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17/11/08
If Lisbon's Lux club seemed to get rather short shrift in my preview of the James Holden three-night-run of a couple of weekends ago, that is probably because I have yet to visit the club myself, so I truly didn't have much to tell you. And although I didn't actually go along this time either, a number of reports have come in since James' return that suggest that Lux is also a world-class modern techno club that deserves much more than a passing mention on here, so here follows my attempt to rectify my previous oversight...
The first noteworthy item must surely be the fact that the club is co-owned by none other than Hollywood superstar John Malkovich, as previous Lux-guest Nathan Fake informed me over dinner at the beginning of last week. That almost seems too bizarre to be true (and yet still it had somehow managed to slip James' mind!), but Lonely Planet assures me it is indeed so.
T-Mobile may have managed to cock up turning on the European-wide roaming on James' beloved new Google Phone in time for his trip to Lisbon, but thankfully that didn't stop the camera feature from working, which enabled him to capture this suitably surreal recent addition to the Malkovich-club to show to us folks back home - a pair of giant spread legs which surround the club's front-door-vagina:
This Google-Phone-facilitated rejoining of the cameraphoned masses after a couple of camera-less Nokia calculator-phone years means that we can finally expect plenty more of these sort of endearingly-crappy photos of cheese, rodents and other worldwide curiosities encountered on James' DJ-travels to be added to the collection of ever-changing backgrounds over on that website of his forthwith. And about time too.
Meanwhile, our virtual tour of Lux continues care of Portuguese fanboy Marco, who offered me a glimpse inside with his own photo reportage showing the club's smashing flashing wall of LEDs in full glorious technicolour (as well as a video showing the scrolling windmill scene you see below rendered in LED form which sadly wasn't quite good enough quality to post here):
And the surreal atmosphere of the exterior continues once inside, James tells me, where a particularly bizarre manifestation of Europe's new legislation against smoking in public places sees one half of the dancefloor branded as a non-smoking area, whilst the other half are permitted to light up at will. I am sure there is a whole article there to be written on the different ways in which the various European nations have chosen to interpret and implement the recently-introduced laws against smoking in public - as well as how successful those different attempts have been - but I think we should probably save that for another day when I am feeling less hungry...
The first noteworthy item must surely be the fact that the club is co-owned by none other than Hollywood superstar John Malkovich, as previous Lux-guest Nathan Fake informed me over dinner at the beginning of last week. That almost seems too bizarre to be true (and yet still it had somehow managed to slip James' mind!), but Lonely Planet assures me it is indeed so.
T-Mobile may have managed to cock up turning on the European-wide roaming on James' beloved new Google Phone in time for his trip to Lisbon, but thankfully that didn't stop the camera feature from working, which enabled him to capture this suitably surreal recent addition to the Malkovich-club to show to us folks back home - a pair of giant spread legs which surround the club's front-door-vagina:
This Google-Phone-facilitated rejoining of the cameraphoned masses after a couple of camera-less Nokia calculator-phone years means that we can finally expect plenty more of these sort of endearingly-crappy photos of cheese, rodents and other worldwide curiosities encountered on James' DJ-travels to be added to the collection of ever-changing backgrounds over on that website of his forthwith. And about time too.
Meanwhile, our virtual tour of Lux continues care of Portuguese fanboy Marco, who offered me a glimpse inside with his own photo reportage showing the club's smashing flashing wall of LEDs in full glorious technicolour (as well as a video showing the scrolling windmill scene you see below rendered in LED form which sadly wasn't quite good enough quality to post here):
And the surreal atmosphere of the exterior continues once inside, James tells me, where a particularly bizarre manifestation of Europe's new legislation against smoking in public places sees one half of the dancefloor branded as a non-smoking area, whilst the other half are permitted to light up at will. I am sure there is a whole article there to be written on the different ways in which the various European nations have chosen to interpret and implement the recently-introduced laws against smoking in public - as well as how successful those different attempts have been - but I think we should probably save that for another day when I am feeling less hungry...
Labels: Holden, Nathan Fake
