#London Lounge
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nostalgia-eh52 · 6 days ago
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1967 London
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remuslupinfarts · 6 months ago
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I need to go outside
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delusions-of-glamour · 6 months ago
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Laines London slippers with gold metal brooches ♡
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maybesdaughter · 9 months ago
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Me: optimizes my BDR items on my main so that I literally require negative Making Waves to regain lost Notability levels.
Me: sweet, I've maximized the amount of BDR I can gain without spending Fate!
FBG: introduces four (4) new item slots to be added in April.
Me: ...
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always-is-always · 1 year ago
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dustedmagazine · 2 years ago
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bar italia — Tracey Denim (Matador)
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Tracey Denim by bar italia
If you didn’t know much about bar italia—and to be fair, most people don’t—you might be forgiven for expecting some sort of arch, lounge-y ironists’ pop when you put it on for the first time, just on the basis of the band name. You can even maintain this illusion through the first song and a half. Opener “guard” bops breezily in a 1960s Euro-film score way, its ingenue vocal line paced by bangle-clinks of cymbal and cowbell, its insouciant tune embellished with electric piano. It’s all sophistication and devil-may-care suavity, and sure, that’s fun, why not? I’ll have a Campari, thanks for asking.  
That buoyant vibe continues, the rattle of drum kit mixed with chiming accents in “Nurse,” an early single. The song also floats on Nina Cristante’s careless phrasings. It’s all style and sculpted cheekbones. But then about a minute in, another voice joins, rougher and less sure of itself, friction-y with uncertainty and doubt, chanting woodenly as if to convince itself. All the sudden the song feels desolate and real, and it is at this moment that the guitars come in, fiery and eruptive and altogether out of line. It sounds, all the sudden, less like Esquivel and more like the Pastels (or slightly more currently, the Goon Sax). It’s a beautiful pivot, and one that bar italia is always making. Is it a sleek and assured Euro-pop stylist or a morose, sardonic realist, messy and desperate and unsatisfied with the way things are? It is both, sometimes simultaneously.
The mix of poise and scruffiness fluctuates continually. “Missus Morality” flirts kittenishly with Franco-pop. “changer” clangs disconsolately through downbeat shoe-gazer corridors. “Clark” bobs and rolls on a thick bass line, shimmers with slanting guitars, croons downheartedly eyes floorward, and then blossoms into a lovely little chorus. The point is that there’s plenty of lounge-y, jazzy pop here, but it’s most affecting when it twists slightly off true.
Jennifer Kelly
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oofys · 4 days ago
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foodloveslondon · 2 months ago
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Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar: Cocktails, Music, and Good Times in Bishop’s Stortford
Tucked away in the heart of Bishop’s Stortford, Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar offers an intimate and stylish setting for those looking to enjoy craft cocktails, premium drinks, and a lively atmosphere. Known for its eclectic bar menu, live music events, and cozy ambiance, Water Lane has become a popular spot for both locals and visitors. Whether you’re in the mood for an after-work drink, a night out with friends, or a casual evening with great music, Water Lane provides the perfect backdrop for any occasion.
Signature Cocktails and Premium Drinks
Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar takes pride in its expertly crafted cocktails, each made with fresh ingredients and a creative twist. From timeless classics to innovative new concoctions, the bartenders at Water Lane ensure that every drink is perfectly balanced and beautifully presented.
Guests can enjoy favorites like the Espresso Martini, a smooth blend of coffee and vodka, or the refreshing Mojito, made with fresh mint, lime, and rum. For those seeking something unique, the house-special cocktails offer exciting new flavors and pairings that are sure to impress.
In addition to cocktails, Water Lane boasts an extensive selection of wines, craft beers, and premium spirits, providing something for every palate. Whether you’re a fan of bold reds, crisp whites, or artisanal gins, the bar’s diverse drink menu ensures a satisfying experience.
A Cozy Atmosphere with a Modern Edge
Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar features a unique and inviting atmosphere, combining rustic charm with modern design. The lounge area offers comfortable seating, perfect for relaxed conversations and intimate gatherings. Meanwhile, the cellar bar adds a touch of exclusivity, with its cozy booths and atmospheric lighting making it the ideal space for private events or date nights.
Whether you're seated upstairs or downstairs, the venue’s warm ambiance makes every visit feel special. It’s the perfect place to unwind with friends or meet new people in a friendly, laid-back environment.
Live Music and Entertainment
Water Lane is not just about great drinks—it’s also a lively venue for live music and entertainment. The bar hosts regular performances by talented local musicians, providing the perfect soundtrack to your evening. From acoustic sets to upbeat tunes, the music at Water Lane enhances the overall experience and creates a lively vibe that guests love.
Special events, including themed nights and DJ performances, keep things exciting and ensure that there’s always something happening at Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar.
Bar Snacks and Light Bites
While the drinks take center stage, Water Lane also offers a selection of bar snacks and light bites to complement your evening. From charcuterie boards and cheese platters to crispy calamari and artisan breads, the menu provides delicious options that are perfect for sharing. These small plates are designed to pair perfectly with the bar’s cocktails and wines, ensuring a complete and satisfying experience.
Perfect for Group Gatherings and Private Events
Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar is an ideal venue for group gatherings and private events. Whether you’re celebrating a birthday, hosting a corporate event, or planning a casual get-together with friends, the venue offers a variety of spaces and packages to suit your needs. The cellar bar can be reserved for private parties, providing an intimate setting with exclusive access to the bar.
The staff at Water Lane are happy to assist with event planning, ensuring that everything runs smoothly and your guests have a fantastic time.
A Hidden Gem in Bishop’s Stortford
With its cozy atmosphere, expertly crafted cocktails, and vibrant entertainment, Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar has earned a reputation as one of the best nightlife spots in Bishop’s Stortford. Whether you’re in the mood for a quiet drink or a lively night out, Water Lane provides the perfect setting for any occasion.
Experience Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar Today
For a memorable night out in Bishop’s Stortford, Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar is the place to be. With its creative cocktails, live music, and warm ambiance, it offers a unique experience that will keep you coming back for more.
Visit Water Lane Lounge & Cellar Bar today and discover why it’s a local favorite for great drinks, good music, and unforgettable moments.
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interiorfurnishes · 3 months ago
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nostalgia-eh52 · 2 months ago
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1970 Syd Barrett at Olympia, London
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eileennatural · 3 months ago
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redacted airport. why are you doing this to me
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musicwithoutborders · 4 months ago
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London Jazz Lounge Orchestra, The Middle Of The Day I Have Your Say, 2023
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noizchild · 6 months ago
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City Lounge: London (Book Seven, Chapter Fifteen: Connections)
Chapter Fifteen: Connections: -Tamika- Paul led me out through the backyard. “Wait! Why are we going out here?” I asked. “The front door is crowded,” he said over his shoulder. “I know a better way out.” I thought about turning back at one point. But I looked behind me and saw how crowded the hallway became. I had no choice but to follow this strange bloke. After all, it looked like the only…
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raddlounge · 7 months ago
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Eden in RADD LOUNGE
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trevlad-sounds · 7 months ago
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Invisible Waves 20.
19.05.2024
Intro 00:00 Tony Rolando-Treatment 1 00:06 Chapter 1 09:21 HDRF-Spectralis Part Two 13:45 JICS-come back for me 15:26 Chapter 2 17:57 Wac-Lounge-Floating Plants 19:39 Beefus B-Evolving Naturally 23:58 Chapter 3 30:52 Ecovillage-Floating ft. Brothertiger & Kenji Kihara 33:53 Kilometre Club-In The Willows (with Willebrant) 37:33 Chapter 4 42:52 Anita Tatlow-vespers (with salt of the sound) 46:51 Outro 50:09
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motorsportbarbie13 · 1 month ago
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The Yapping Hour is Upon Us
In which Max decides that maybe doing interviews isn't such a bad thing.
Warnings: jos verstappen mention ew Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 2.5k plus social media posts
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349,219 likes liked by redbullracing, charlesleclerc, and others TheYappingHour Back at it this week with a very super top secret special guest. I simply can't wait to reveal who's on this weeks pod, you guys! You're going to DIE. (peep the clue in the second picture!) user928 her podcast set up is so aesthetic i can't user0928 RED BULL??? what does this meeeeeean??? >>>user1211 she hasn't done a ton of athletes in the past, maybe she got one of the Red Bull athletes!! user00291 DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN. (shhh let me be delulu for a minute) >>>user221 as much as i'd love that, we all know how much Max hates interviews.
There was absolutely no reason why having Max Verstappen on your podcast should be making you this nervous. You’ve interviewed actual heads of state, a former president, and royalty for crying out loud and you’re losing your mind over Max fucking Verstappen? You supposed it came from the fact that you had spent most of your childhood traveling from track to track to watch your dad race in NASCAR, racing was in your blood and you knew how revered and idolized Max was. And how rabid his fans could get. You wanted to get this interview right. Needed to get this interview right. Motorsport were still a huge part of your life, even if you weren’t really outwardly an active fan. You never missed a NASCAR or F1 race and while you considered yourself a Ferrari girlie, Red Bull was most certainly your second team. 
“Everything ready?” Your assistant Shannon pokes her head in as you fluff the last throw pillow on the cream colored lounge chair. Scanning the room, everything looks to be in order. The two overstuffed chairs dominate the center of the small recording studio, each with a microphone set up on a small side table next to each chair. Instrumental versions of Taylor Swift songs floated out of small speakers tucked away and a few candles burned in the low light of the studio, creating the exact ambiance you were famous for. 
You’d been doing your podcast, The Yapping Hour, for nearly five years now and it was now one of the most popular podcasts being produced. You specialized in relaxed interviews of people that the general public don’t get to see relaxed very often. Your big break had come about 3 years ago when you had somehow managed to land an interview with Michelle Obama, her episode was still the most streamed episode of yours to date. Everyone had fallen in love with your interview style, how you got these normally highly media trained individuals to drop their guard down a little and be real for even just an hour. It gave people such a unique glimpse behind the curtain of fame and your fans ate up every bit of it. 
“I think so!” You nod, smoothing down the front of your boyfriend cut jeans even though the denim is perfectly ironed without a single wrinkle. 
“Good, because he just pulled in the parking lot.” Shannon smirks. She knows how nervous you are for this interview and is insisting it’s because you have a crush on the driver. Which would utterly unprofessional if it were true. But it wasn’t true. At all. “And he’s driving this matte black Aston Martin.” She closes her eyes as she bites her lip, smirk growing even wider. 
“Okay, let’s cool it on the hero worship.” You warn, following Shannon out into the lobby of the building. 
 Outside, it’s a dreary late April morning in the heart of downtown London. You had traveled from your home base in New York City just for this interview but had been surprised at how much you liked the ambiance and energy in the city. So much so that you had extended your stay a few extra weeks. The good thing about being your own boss of a podcast was that you could literally work from anywhere you had your laptop. 
Peering out into the parking lot, you’re surprised to see a lone figure in jeans and what looked to be a Red Bull windbreaker, hustling across the pavement towards the door. When he approaches the door, Shannons steps forward to open the door, a gust of wind whipping at your hair when Max comes bustling in through the doors. 
“Hello!” Max’s voice sends involuntary shivers down your spine, a feeling you fight hard to shove down. This is not the time to be a fan girl, you remind yourself. 
“Hi Max, thank you so much for joining us today! Can I get you some water or maybe some tea?” Shannons steps forward first, extending her hand. 
Max takes it and gives her a wide smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Water is fine, thanks.” 
“Max, it’s such a pleasure to meet you.” You step forward then, the heels of your black Louboutain’s clicking on the hardwood floor as you approach him. It takes every ounce of focus you have not to react at what feels like a white hot spark flickering over your skin when his hand touches yours for the first time. 
“Pleasure is mine.” He murmurs, cat like smirk replacing the warm smile that had greeted Shannon. Your social media did you absolutely no justice and Max was finding it hard to keep his composure you were so pretty. 
“Are we waiting on anyone else or is it just you today?” You ask, eyes darting above his shoulder to see if there was anyone still in the parking lot. 
“Why? Will I be needing my body guard today?” He quips as he follows you towards the recording studio.  
You pray the dim lights in the studio hide the way you’ve gone pink. “Of course not! It’s just that normally the people I have on the show travel with an…entourage.” 
“I don’t like people.” He says, as if it’s the most obvious fact in the universe. “I prefer to travel solo. Besides, I’m no Queen of the Netherlands or Justin Trudeau, I don’t really need an entourage.” 
He casually drops two of your biggest interviews like it’s nothing and you feel the pink tinge of your cheeks heat to a crimson red. “You’ve listened to the show then?” 
He nods, taking the seat you offer him as Shannon and your AV guy Steve bustle around getting things set up. A bottle of water appears for each of you and you take out the pages of notes you’ve made even though you’ve got all the questions memorized. You like to be prepared and prefer your interviews to be more conversational, less question and answer. 
“I like to know what I’m getting myself into.” His eyes hold this glint of mischief that if you were less of a professional, would have you biting your lip and kicking your feet. Truth was, Max had spent an ungodly amount of time on your socials and wikipedia page, obsessing over you and your career. 
“And yet you still came.” You tease.
“I did.” He says simply and you can’t help but notice how his gaze briefly drops from your eyes down to your lips and quickly back up. It’s so quick that if you weren’t in the business of watching and observing people, you probably would have missed it. But those baby blue eyes of Max’s are so easy to read, all you can do is grin back at him. 
“Well, thank you for making the trek into London today. I do appreciate it.” 
You briefly explain how the interview is going to work, how Steve is going to make sure everything is set up and recording, how you’ll post audio and video versions and that he can have final say in anything that goes in or stays out of the interview. You’ve found that a lot of your guests appreciate that little clause and in the five years you’ve been doing the show only a handful of bits have been kept out. You like to think it’s because you’re good at what you do and get people to open up on a level that they feel comfortable with. 
Steve finally gives you the okay and you settle into the cozy lounge chair, Max sitting comfortably in the one opposite you. 
“Thank you again for joining me today, Max. I’ve got to admit, I was a little surprised when your manager said you’d agreed to come on the show. You don’t do a lot of lengthy interviews and I could only find a handful of podcast appearances over the years. So, why The Yapping Hour? Why now?” 
Max takes a sip of water before placing it on the table beside him. His shoulders are relaxed, his ankle sitting on his knee is a causal pose. You’ve become a veritable body language expert since starting the show and you can already tell this is going to be a good interview. 
“I like your style.” His blunt answer throws you off for a moment and your cheeks heat. Again. You make a mental note to make sure they edit your complexion in post production to take the blush out. “GP sent me the one you did with Dale Earnhardt Jr a few months ago and I was impressed at how authentic you were. Dale is a character but you got a lot of depth out of him. Your questions went beyond the typical ‘what’s your favorite race track.’” 
“Well, thank you. That is quite the compliment coming from you.” For the third time in a short time, you blush at the compliments this man is handing out left and right. 
Your eyes flicker above Max’s shoulder to where Shannon and Steve sit, their smug faces tell you that you’re not imagining him flirting with you. 
“I have to tell you, I went karting with a few friends in prep for this interview and oh my God, I’ve been sore ever since! I can't imagine how hard an F1 car is on your body. Talk to me a little bit about your training sch-…”
“You went karting as research?” He interrupts you, face a mask of disbelief. 
Now it’s your turn to smirk, “Of course, I like to know what I’m getting myself into.” You toss him a wink and enjoy the way your stomach flips when his ears go a bit pink. “My dad beat me by almost 20 seconds and I don’t think I’ll ever hear the end of it, but it was worth it. I can see why so many people get hooked, it was so fun.” 
“Karting with a NASCAR legend had to make it a little better though, yeah?” 
“You know my dad?” Your brows nearly hit your hairline, you’re so surprised at this. Your dad had been long retired before Max had come onto the racing scene and there wasn’t a huge overlap in fan bases between F1 and NASCAR. 
Max nods, “He was racing around the time Jos was in F1. I still remember that one Daytona 500 where he stole the win from Earnhardt Jr on the last lap after he’d led for the entire race.” 
You tilt your head back laughing and Max thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever heard, fully entranced by the long column of your neck that’s suddenly exposed. “Oh God, dad is going to die when he hears you know about that race.” 
“Have either of you been to an F1 race yet?” A plan begins to form in Max’s head. 
“No!" You lean forward to swat at his arm playfullt. I’ve tried a few times but it’s always fallen through. I do watch most of the races though, as long as my schedule permits. Sometimes it’s easier when you guys are in Europe because the races are so early in New York, it’s easy to watch them from bed on Sunday mornings.”
The image of you wrapped up in a fluffy duvet wearing nothing but his t-shirt as you watch him race nearly sends Max into orbit. He blinks furiously, trying to get that vision out of his mind so he can pay attention to you. 
“Tell me this then, if you could pick any garage to watch the race which one would it be and why would it be Red Bull?" 
You can’t help that laugh that explodes from you then and Max preens under your attention, smile stretching wide across his handsome face. “You know, I could have sworn it was my name on the podcast Instagram page.” You tease, giving him a wink. “You keep asking me questions, I’m going to be out of a job, Verstappen.” 
“I can’t help it when the interviewer is much more interesting than I am.” He murmurs, taking another sip of water without taking his eyes off of you.
The rest of the interview continues on for the next two hours and you get so much content you feel a little dizzy at the thought of having to cut over half of the episode. For the first time in the podcast’s history, you may have to split this into two episodes. Max doesn’t mind one bit, finding that he’s not as nervous as he thought he’d be with how easy he finds it talking to you. 
You wrap up the interview over an hour past the time you had told Max’s press officer it would last but neither of you make any movement to get up, despite both Shannon and Steve beginning to wrap things up. 
“I’m so sorry I kept you this long, Max. I know you’re not a huge fan of lengthy interviews.” 
Max just shrugs, “If all interviews were like this, I probably would say yes to a lot more of them.” 
You grin over at him as you rise, realizing the sun is setting outside and your stomach is aching for food. Max follows suit, although he feels a clench in his stomach realizing that his time with you is coming to an end. 
“Can I ask you something?” He says when Shannon and Steve walk out of the studio, leaving the two of you alone. 
You look up at him and nod earnestly, “Of course!” 
“Why didn’t you ask me about my childhood? Usually it’s one of the first things people ask me, especially in these kinds of interviews.” 
You shrug, face heating at being found out. “Like you, I do my research and I figured you might not want to talk about that part of your life. I want my guests to feel comfortable when they come on the show, not immediately put on the defensive. I guess I thought there were other more important topics…” 
Your words hang in the air, heavy between you two. Something in Max’s chest aches at the simple kindness you’ve extended him. It’s true, he doesn’t like revisiting his childhood very often, especially when it’s recorded and will be put on the internet. His dad was very much still in his life, obviously, and while he had done a lot of work to move past his childhood, it was still painful to talk about.  
“Thats…wow. Thank you.” Is all he can manage, voice thick with emotion. 
“Of course.” You murmur, reaching out to touch his elbow in what you hope comes across as a comforting gesture. 
Max’s eyes drop to where your slender fingers rest on his bare arm before a smile stretches back across his face. “I know it’s kind of last minute but you were saying earlier you’d never been to a race. We’re in Miami next weekend and I’d love it if you were my guest…” 
You can’t help the flutter in your chest at how nervous he appears standing before you. Your eyes dart over to Shannon, the official keeper of your schedule and are delighted when she nods vigorously, phone in hand with your calendar already pulled up. You made a mental note to give that girl a raise ASAP. “I would love to, Max.” 
“Yeah?” He sounds almost shocked that you had agreed so quickly. 
“Yeah.” You say, a hint of a giggle at the edge of your voice. 
“How about I take you out to dinner tonight and we can work out the details.” 
“Why Max Verstappen, I had no idea you were this smooth.” 
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987,392 likes liked by maxverstappen1, redbullracing, susiewolff, and others TheYappingHour SURPRISE! Part one of my interview with none other than 3 time F1 world champion Max Verstappen is live on all socials RIGHT NOW. (yeah, I said part 1! We both yapped so much you're getting a part two next week!) user9382 the chemistry between these two was OFF THE CHARTS >>>user111 ikr? i felt like i was interrupting something the entire hour. MaxVerstappen1 it was a pleasure meeting you! can't wait to see you in Miami this weekend! >>>user2999 MAX WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HER IN MIAMI. >>>user999 stfu she is so coming to the Miami race?? MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN. user3210 has she ever done a two parter before??? not even the Queen of the Netherlands got a two parter!! user9928 i don't think i've ever seen Max this relaxed during an interview EVER. >>>user222 seriously! He was like a little boy with a crush then entire time.
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234,100 likes liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris, michelle obama, and others yourpersonalinsta we yapped some more and stuffed our faces. til next time, maxie! (tagged: maxverstappen1) user999 not michelle obama herself in the likes maxverstappen1 you're going to be trouble in miami, aren't you? >>>yourpersonalinsta what do you think? ;) >>>user9932 oh my godddddd user028 this is the couple i didn't know i needed
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