David Lynch has switched his focus—once consumed by mystifying moviegoers with subversive, surreal film, it’s Paris nightowls who are now ripe for some existential confusion. Club Silencio, owned by the man himself, is his eponymous version of the bar in ‘Mulholland Drive’, hidden in the subterranean depths of a building that has a grande amount of cultural va-va-voom to speak of itself—old headquarters of leftie rag L’Aurore, and where French electronic-duo Justice recorded their debut.
Intimate, golden and shrouded in artificial lighting, in truth Club Silencio doesn’t plunge the ultimate depths of Lynchian weirdness—there’s no red-suited dwarves lurking about—but it’s got the atmosphere bang-on. The mission is creative expression, stretching from the concert hall and private theater to the constantly-evolving cocktail menu. The big task—getting membership. Pre 12am, Silencio is a highly exclusive spot for top creatives to mingle, and maybe, just maybe find some divine inspiration for their pet project.