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After Hours: Lotus Blossoms

Calling all models! Hold the attitude! Four clubland veterans race to open Gotham's next hot spot.

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The first time Tina Brown promised to swing by, Lotus wasn't ready. Seventeen days remained before the pre-opening party for 600 celebrities and TV executives Brown was throwing at the new lounge-restaurant-bar-dance hall- live-music venue with L.A. talent agency Endeavor and Silicon Valley player Excite. The invitations may have been in the mail, but the club was a work-in-progress: The chestnut floors had been installed, but not a banquette was in evidence, the elaborate bamboo entrance on 14th Street between Ninth and Tenth had yet to materialize, and the only sign of the three mahogany bars was a couple of two-by-fours and some sawdust. "If Tina has vision," sighed Lotus's co-owner David Rabin, "she'll see that it's almost there." Luckily, she canceled.

Lotus, a three-floor entertainment emporium a year in the making, is the pet project of a quartet of clubland's most seasoned players -- Jeffrey Jah, Will Regen, Mark Baker, and Rabin. Constructions and renovations have so far cost $3 million and counting. "See this bubinga wood?" says Regen, running a finger down a column. "That costs as much as a car."

Jah, a handsome and amiable 31-year-old, describes the new club this way: "sexy lighting, all about lounge, Asian sensibility meets European luxury, downstairs a chic version of CBGB, in the cocktail lounge 21-year-old NYU student rubbing elbows with a major fashion designer, Joe Nobody with $300,000 from Petfoods.com rubbing elbows with Mr. and Mrs. Somebody who read about it in Italian Vogue."

Even more ambitiously: "Zero attitude, zero pretension, no VIP room, no bracelets, no stamps. Every table in every club in the city now is reserved, and it's like, Duh, I just waited outside for half an hour and paid a big cover and now I can't sit unless I buy a bottle?"

But even a club with zero attitude requires banquettes, and every day there is the threat of Tina "swinging by" to see the club she has booked -- she canceled and postponed at least a half-dozen times, to the relief of the anxious owners, before squeezing in a ten-minute visit last week. Even for these hip impresarios, who between them have directed, managed, and promoted some of the best-known nightclubs of the past two decades, the past few months have been intense. There is a staff to hire, computer training to complete, Balinese artifacts to procure, and an untold number of models to invite. Not to mention napkins and the like. "I saw the coolest cutlery at Moss on Greene Street yesterday," says Rabin. "But it's $30 for a fork! We'll be furnishing everyone in the city's apartment." It's a life of crisscrossing the city on a bike or by cab, strapped into a sleek backpack that functions as a mobile office. "Man," says Regen, talking on his cell phone to Con Ed about the fact that they don't have gas, while inspecting the mounting of the bar's beverage guns. "Thank God for the Palm."

Ten days before it opens, Lotus is a wasteland, but to its owners, it's Oz. "Here is a waterfall, a reflecting pool, beautiful people," says Jeffrey Jah. "But not too many -- we want diversity."

In a city where clubowners have a briefer shelf life than teenage tennis stars, the men behind Lotus are trying to keep it real. "Look, we have eighteen months for this place to be hot; even if we do everything right, the beautiful people always move on," says Rabin, a married Upper West Sider. He and Regen were classmates at Tufts ('79) and met again at Nell's when Regen was living with Iman and Rabin was a young lawyer representing Al B. Sure. "The meatpacking district is going to become like Union Square or SoHo in a few years," says Rabin. "Hopefully, we'll be one of fifteen places here six years from now."

"I was a VP in interest-rate swaps at NatWest at 26," says Regen. "I did the whole Master of the Universe thing -- work hard, play hard. Then my father told me he had five months to live. I quit and played golf with him for the summer -- 63 years old and a two handicap; you couldn't believe something bad was coming. After he died, I couldn't go back. And this is what I decided that I wanted to do."

As many times as they've caught a break -- "Hugo Boss agreed to outfit our staff," exults Regen -- there are other times when things haven't gone quite right. "Yesterday, I went by the club with some friends late-night and the stench from those meatpacking compactors next door was so bad I nearly yakked in the street," explains the Brighton-accented Baker, a long blond ponytail cascading down his back, the tattoo on one of his toes made to look like a ring. "I wouldn't wait one second out there in the summertime with those cans next to me."

"Yeah, well, they've been getting rid of their blood and guts that way for years," says Rabin. "I don't know if they're going to change it for us."

"Then we'll have to get, I don't know, 150 incense sticks, light 'em up in front of our door," says Baker excitedly.

"Maybe," says Rabin, with a sigh.

Ten days before Tina's party, Lotus still doesn't have gas or a single chair, but in the eyes of the owners, it is the land of Oz. "Here is a waterfall, a reflecting pool, a wall of limestone, a dance floor for all the beautiful people -- but not too many beautiful people, because we want diversity," says Jah dreamily, though all that is in front of him is empty space.

Then Jah gets into a cab and heads over to Regen and Rabin's Union Bar, the site of a wine tasting for Lotus's menu. This is a dream come true for Jah, who grew up in Toronto and followed a girlfriend to New York at 19. "Look, I've been barback, roadie, bartender, runner, bouncer, director, and now, for the first time, owner," he says. "I've done Nell's, MK, Red Zone, Mars and Quick, Michael Todd Room, Morrisey, Danceteria, U.S.A."


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