Month: November 2014

visage 1 jazz bar hk

Dolphins don’t do shit like that…

In a little, tucked away alleyway in the art district of HK, there is a barber shop that transforms itself into an intimate jazz night on occasion. It’s called Visage One. I went there one night in the summer with a handful of close friends, perched on the open staircase, on the floor and each other’s laps. Wine was served at a makeshift bar by the door: a wooden plank with just a few bottles on display. Red wine, of course. The room was dim, lit only by candlelight and a few beams that snuck their way inside from the out. A breath away from our personal entertainers. A jazz crooner and guitarist. Just for one night. Silence in the room but it was full. Full of baited, excited breath and wonderment and awe. Awed by the music. Awed by the sounds. Awed by the romanticism of it all, and the melodies, the harmonies – bebop notes hanging on invisible lines in the air, entering our ears. So beautiful at times, it hurt. And we …