August 21 2014

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Blasblog: From Notting Hill to China


I’ll admit it: I did feel just a little bad about being so unpatriotic last week. You see, while my fellow Americans gorged on turkey, I hopped over to England, that island from which we separated so long ago, on the very holiday that celebrates the colonists’ famous feast on these fine shores. But nothing like a party to lift the spirits, right? And when Jade Jagger led me to the back garden of her new shop on All Saints Road and put a drink in my hand, all my visions of cranberry sauce melted away. Partygoers were treated to a tour of the store, a nip out back, and then a taste of some more local color. “Let’s go to the Pelican Pub,” Jagger said, referring to the alehouse next door. “It’s typically filled with a few misfits, but now that we’ve taken it over, the whole place will be misfits.” She wasn’t kidding. It was an attractive group of girls dressed in their hobo best and men in the tightest pants I had ever seen. I only barely escaped to go to—get this!—Chinawhite. The famous London club has been up and down over the years, and when I was a student living abroad, it was the sort of place that only chavs, tourists, and rich guys trying to impress girls would go to. Believe me when I say it took a lot of convincing from the evening’s DJs, Harley Viera-Newton and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, to get me to return. But apparently, Chinawhite has moved locations, been renovated, and is back on the upswing. Take it from native Brit Rosie, who could supplement her catwalk pay with a gig for London’s tourist board: “You can trust me. I only go to the classiest places.”

Photo: Derek Blasberg

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