Waldorf Diaries--Lynchian

There is something inherently cinematic about living here at the Waldorf Hotel—last night as I was watching the burlesque show in the cabaret the scene had a dreamlike element to it—the theatrical qualities of the costumes along with the music and the timeless design of the space itself, with its bamboo and glossy black laminate surfaces, created complete and unique images—a series of perfectly framed stills that evoked an emotional reaction—

My friend standing me beside said, “I always feel like I’m in a David Lynch movie when I’m here.”

She’s right—like a David Lynch movie what we were watching had no set time frame historically—it was impossible to tell what year it was—the performers and the audience both were choreographed and costumed without a designated period to place them—no generational anchor—it had a Lynchian darkness to it as well—a feeling that it had the capacity to tip into something more sinister—a sensual and potentially dangerous place where the appearance of dwarves, monkeys, and clowns wouldn’t have seemed out of place—