Straying onto the pages of Alice Through the Looking-Glass is possibly not dissimilar to walking into Trump Room. Hidden in a crumbling old building behind a shopping complex in a corner of Shibuya, a small lift carries revelers to the fourth floor – where a magical (and hedonistic) world proceeds to unfold.
Every inch of the black-walled space is covered from floor to ceiling with an eclectic selection of hundreds of gilt-edged mirrors, antique chandeliers, vintage lights and stag’s heads. And centre stage? A small burlesque podium complete with a gold pole, for those cocktail induced exhibitionist moments.
Parties – frenzied late night affairs often thrown by Tokyo’s edgier magazines and fashion designers – often spill into the floor above, which is almost identical apart from the fact that it is themed on the color red: from the painted walls beneath the myriad of mirrors to the seating and the lighting. One for underground pleasure seekers.