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Bijoux is another splashdown in a series of “secret” Meatpacking District basement lounges. Once ushered inside through the de rigeur unmarked entrance (it helps if you know Dimitri), you’ll find yourself square in the midst of a high school reunion party for Vogue cover models and would-be Bond girls. The space is chopped up into a black-lacquered labyrinth of tiny rooms, with thumping beats, banquettes built for making out, and black-and-gold chrome paintings of topless women setting the vaguely illicit tone. (Crucial note: One of the rooms boasts a lowered chandelier gazing at its reflection in a glassed-over well. That’s right, a well.) Waiters wade through the dense clusters of jet setters bearing buckets of Cristal on their heads. Frowning security guards stalk every room, making sure everyone looks invited.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.