Lest you thought the parties ended when Basel ended...
Nope.
Because here comes Rockwell, a new late-night romper room of dance, drink and quite possibly more dance, now open in South Beach. Well, go on, take a look.
In the tradition of great South Beach clubs of yore (looking at you, Liquid), Chris Paciello is on the scene here. And he’s stocked the place with tufted banquettes that work their way throughout the room, a crazy lotus-like light display on the ceiling and a version of da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man on the wall. It’s like Basel never left.
You’ll head here whenever the mood to surround yourself with a crowd of sexy, writhing strangers strikes. Make your way to the long stretch of bar toward the back, grab something made of alcohol and make for the dance floor. It’ll be fine. It’ll all be so fine.
In the midst of all of this, there’ll be a DJ, sure. But there also might be some scantily clad, bejeweled ladies walking around with camping lights strapped to their heads.
You had to see exactly that coming.
Nope.
Because here comes Rockwell, a new late-night romper room of dance, drink and quite possibly more dance, now open in South Beach. Well, go on, take a look.
In the tradition of great South Beach clubs of yore (looking at you, Liquid), Chris Paciello is on the scene here. And he’s stocked the place with tufted banquettes that work their way throughout the room, a crazy lotus-like light display on the ceiling and a version of da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man on the wall. It’s like Basel never left.
You’ll head here whenever the mood to surround yourself with a crowd of sexy, writhing strangers strikes. Make your way to the long stretch of bar toward the back, grab something made of alcohol and make for the dance floor. It’ll be fine. It’ll all be so fine.
In the midst of all of this, there’ll be a DJ, sure. But there also might be some scantily clad, bejeweled ladies walking around with camping lights strapped to their heads.
You had to see exactly that coming.
