Bond Supercinema @ The McKittrick Hotel (Sleep No More)

Bond Supercinema @ The McKittrick Hotel (Sleep No More)

Forgive the late announcement, but we’ve just been too busy reminiscing on the magical night we had at The McKittrick Hotel only two weeks ago. On March 19th, Sleep No More hosted the monthly SUPERCINEMA with exclusive access to the Goldfinger/Bollinger VIP Lounge, made possible by Champagne Bollinger (007’s official champagne since 1973). This lavish party is nearly impossible to describe with only words, as it was truly like nothing we have ever experienced. An ode to the sophisticated and secretive world of Ian Fleming’s James Bond 007, this classy event was the NYC party of the month.

The night went on as follows…

All clad in luxurious 007 attire, the elegant guests arrived at the McKittrick, ten thirty p.m. sharp. The doors opened, and the gold-tinted darkness took over. 

I, along with my tuxedoed date followed the crowd of chic silhouettes throughout a series of elongated stairways that twisted in ways that I never did understand. Wooden hallways led us to indistinct rooms, all with different themes, and bursting with whispered excitement. The first room we stepped into was large and mostly empty. The floor was raw cement and sand covered almost every surface. In a corner, there was a suited man, silent and motionless, holding a tray of chilled champagne. We took some and enjoyed it slowly as we explored the mysterious setting. The boundaries of this room were blurry, as grayish smoke covered most of the walls and there was no way to really see where the floor ended, or begun. Lights were blue, yellow, red, and the stars of the show were glittering ballerinas; nude statues painted in head-to-toe gold, dancing swiftly to the beat of the music amidst a field of green lasers. On the opposite side of the room, there was a bathtub; sitting there, empty with one dim yellow lightbulb illuminating its ominous form. 

We proceeded to the next room – Champagne Bollinger in hand – and soon found ourselves in an adorned balcony, overlooking the main stage where all the action seemed to be happening. While the balcony was quiet, the stage came alive with synchronized jazzy performances by SUPERCINEMA dancers; Bond Girls, if you will. There was singing, there were feathers and glitter and long-legged beauties with dazzling gems. If you had told us we were dreaming, we may have believed you. The bar was lined with dazzling Bond fans and the ambiance grew steamier as the striking performances went on. 

It was suddenly three a.m and we found ourselves on the main platform. We were handed a ticket by a lady in gold and were pushed into a reenactment of a James Bond scene – all together with small metal guns and electric grenades. More champagne, more dancing, more music and after that it was all a blur. We got lost in the fantasy and all too enchanted by the luxury. 

A toast to the world of Bond, and to Bollinger – may all nights be like this one. 

Stay tuned for the next SUPERCINEMA, coming this April… it’s sure to be a trip down the rabbit hole.

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