27/04/19: There’s something quite anarchic about finishing your Saturday lunch and heading straight to the club. We lined our stomach with a frozen pizza and sauntered down to Egg in our GOLDEN glad rags. Walking in was like time-hopping to 3am after a few too many vodka red bulls, with glitter and leopard print all jumbled in a frenzied fervour. We slunk from room to room checking out the DJ talent, narrowly dodging the falling limbs of Santi Storm. Those pink tassels really take over a room. Diving into the depths of the basement we caught Ray Noir’s set, which had us feeling our Marilyn Manson oats. A few too many Moscow Mules later and we could have SWORN we saw Princess Margaret there…can anyone confirm or deny?
Egg London, 200 York Way, King’s Cross N7 9AX
Photos by No_One studio
