My first night in LA was pretty rare in comparison to my nights in New York. I guess I need to get used to the idea that clubs here close at 2 a.m. and the real fun hides in the house parties. . .
Our first stop: Guests of Mr. Rick Rubin, God of the music business. One of the biggest producers in the U.S. invited our "petit comite" group to warm up the night playing some pool and drinking very exclusive wine. Amazed by his crazy eccentric taste, his mansion has become my major theme for this post.
After departing Rick Rubin's private house tour we headed to an uberexciting destination: The exclusive opening of Andre&Paul. Le Baron, the legendary Parisian club (there is already one in Miami), has opened in LA. Obviously Le Baron is Le Baron, so it couldn't be any less divine than its other locations. They chose a very unique (& very hard to find) location -- the place is extremely decadent like an old cabaret. And very very tiny so it's hard to get in if you are not somebody -- the crowd had a very cool-hipster vibe splashed with many famous faces from the fashion and film industries.
To finished our nuit-de-fete we landed at a typical American diner. And then, we crashed.
