On approaching the doors to the old warehouse the first thing seen, is the large freshly painted picture of a reclining black cat, Looking relaxed and lording it over the top of a trash bin. The sign is lit with gaslights in the shape of fish skeletons. The old wooden doors swing out to the street to reveal a small foyer. The walls of the foyer are hung with gauzy white linen over polished mirrors lit softly with candles in cat shaped silver holders. It gives almost the impression of walking through the mist, enhanced by the faint mist coming from the fountains of two low fish pools on either side of the room.
The far end of the room opens up onto a veiw of the bar of darkly polished wood. More gaslights provide soft flickering lighting that almost shimmers on the wine dark velvet draped walls. Flowering vines in large urns line walls and pillars adding a sense of privacy to the room. The bar itself is a large square that takes up a lare part of the space, the remaining space taken up by a line of semi-private booths along the back wall. The furnishings are all that same dark wood with velvet seat cushions to match the walls, and snowy white table linens. The small candle lanterns on each of the tables have stained glass scenes of cats doing warm domestic type things.
Across the ceiling is painted in grand scale a Firebird battling with a large white tiger. Anyone watching that scene for long would swear that they saw the pair moving. The pair seem to dance across the room to the area over the dance floor. The dance floor is painted black with tiny lights set into the floorboards that seem to flow in patterns like air currents around the room, shifting colors softly from palest blue to vivid amber.
The stage was normal, unless you considered the fact that it was painted pitch black, even the floor. The stage came up to a human man's chest, and was rounded at the front. The sides, and back, disappeared into black curtains. Black seemed such an odd color to use for the theme of the room- air. However, when the lights went out, magic happened. The back and front curtains shifted quietly in the constant breeze rigged up in the back through some old-age machinery. The ceiling was also draped in cloth, moving in the breeze, with the grey-red clouds of a stormy night painted realistically. And there were lights, everywhere! Little white lights, no bigger then the top of one's pinky finger, on the stage curtains and in the floor- not above for there are no safety hazards in the club! The lights were mingled in with the clouds as well, giving the area the feeling of vast space and openness. Everywhere air moved with the lightest of breezes- cool and fresh.
A great stone archway leads into the dining area. Low sandstone walls give each of the semi-private seating areas an enclosed feel. In the furthest end of the area a tall pile of sandstone boulders encloses a bubbling fountain. Grassland plants line the top of each of the small walls.
The far end of the room opens up onto a veiw of the bar of darkly polished wood. More gaslights provide soft flickering lighting that almost shimmers on the wine dark velvet draped walls. Flowering vines in large urns line walls and pillars adding a sense of privacy to the room. The bar itself is a large square that takes up a lare part of the space, the remaining space taken up by a line of semi-private booths along the back wall. The furnishings are all that same dark wood with velvet seat cushions to match the walls, and snowy white table linens. The small candle lanterns on each of the tables have stained glass scenes of cats doing warm domestic type things.
Across the ceiling is painted in grand scale a Firebird battling with a large white tiger. Anyone watching that scene for long would swear that they saw the pair moving. The pair seem to dance across the room to the area over the dance floor. The dance floor is painted black with tiny lights set into the floorboards that seem to flow in patterns like air currents around the room, shifting colors softly from palest blue to vivid amber.
The stage was normal, unless you considered the fact that it was painted pitch black, even the floor. The stage came up to a human man's chest, and was rounded at the front. The sides, and back, disappeared into black curtains. Black seemed such an odd color to use for the theme of the room- air. However, when the lights went out, magic happened. The back and front curtains shifted quietly in the constant breeze rigged up in the back through some old-age machinery. The ceiling was also draped in cloth, moving in the breeze, with the grey-red clouds of a stormy night painted realistically. And there were lights, everywhere! Little white lights, no bigger then the top of one's pinky finger, on the stage curtains and in the floor- not above for there are no safety hazards in the club! The lights were mingled in with the clouds as well, giving the area the feeling of vast space and openness. Everywhere air moved with the lightest of breezes- cool and fresh.
A great stone archway leads into the dining area. Low sandstone walls give each of the semi-private seating areas an enclosed feel. In the furthest end of the area a tall pile of sandstone boulders encloses a bubbling fountain. Grassland plants line the top of each of the small walls.