Crying Is The Next In Thing
Elegant kids at Club LossAgainst a backdrop of crashing choral music and candlelight, a group of elaborately costumed young women are dabbing their eyes with a handkerchief, their mascara running to form black rivulets down their cheeks.It is not difficult to see why they are so distressed: in front of them, a mound of pungent onions is being vigorously and elaborately chopped by a serious-looking young man in a tailcoat, and the fumes are overwhelming.
Even the male guests are wiping away the odd tear.
But then that’s precisely the point. The 300 people in the crowd at this candlelit 17th-century wine vault, tucked away off a busy London thoroughfare, are here to do just that.
They are celebrating - if that is the right word, under the circumstances - the chance to express their more sorrowful side at a new club night called Loss.
Billed as ‘an evening of exquisite misery’, this is where clubbers can go to indulge their inner gloom. The onions are there to help them along a bit, should they struggle to shed their British reserve.
Loss is one of a new breed of crying clubs to arrive in the UK from Japan, where tears have become something of an industry in recent years.
read the rest here.
I so wanna go there!
