Basque in Sunshine
Ongietorri. To be frank, it’s all Gehry’s fault really. He’s to blame. One evening we’re in Sexy Fish admiring his crocodiles, the next we’re in the No.1 Lounge at Gatwick North Terminal. Off to see the superarchitect’s museum and then some. Bilbao bound for a solstice centred sunny sabbatical. Chocs away. Lavender’s Blue has gone green, white and red. Gero arte.
The Way We Live Now
The only thing better than octopus, squid and creamed spinach at Scott’s is octopus, squid and creamed spinach at Scott’s followed by matcha and ginger marble cake at Sexy Fish. Oh yes, that essential October invite to Sexy Fish. The restaurant with the name(s) attached. Nobu meets Chiltern Firehouse. So hip it hurts. Owner Richard Caring reputedly forked out £30 million on the Martin Brudnizki designed interior. Shell and hardcore. Newport Street Gallery meets Bilbao-on-sea. Damian Hirst mermaids; Frank Gehry crocodiles. Sexy Fish. Names, names. Trinny, Saatchi, Tatler, dining on an Esmeralda onyx floor under Vanity Fair’s style editor-at-large Michael Roberts’ seaweedy ceiling. Everyone Everything is larger than life. Restaurant as nightclub. Kitchen as theatre. Loo as black marble mirrored narcissist-friendly sanctuary. Model staff | model guests | model behaviour. Mostly. This is Lavender’s Blue.
