07 CHERRY BASS

Behind the anonymous door: another world, another time. The mellow buzz of a fine cigar, soft leather armchairs murmuring dark, sweet invites. A velvety smooth bassline – the perfect backdrop to the clink of ice cubes in chunky glasses, the crisp of salt on toasted almonds. And then, boom, you see her: sipping a whiskey sour, tapping her fingers to the double bass. The kind of woman who can pull off a red leather jacket and no makeup in the snootiest of clubs, whose voice has that smoky, raspy edge to it when she asks what you’re drinking.