Inspired by the deeply strange Club Silencio in Mulholland Drive, the film director has opened a nightclub in the French capital.
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There were no dwarves. No dancing men. No one talked backwards — until the daquiries kicked in — and with the exception of the Japanese cowboy who turned out to be a fashion designer, no one looked all that weird.
In fact, by the time Silencio, David Lynch’s new Paris nightclub-cum-salon-cum-laboratory of the weird closed its doors at dawn on Wednesday after its first night, nothing truly bizarre had happened. Except, and it’s a big except, there was no sign whatsoever of the presiding genius himself. David Lynch was not in the building.