are either fency cellars all in white and shiny or a run down hall, but in both all can see all, yet they hardly speak to each other.
Maybe that's because noone pumps into each other, like I once hit an Amsterdam Hostel and leyed down on the top bed in a 8 mens place of 30 squaremeters when the door open and all Brits came in looking at me having had thought they had the place for them alone. No way to not have a chat with the lads....
What if, you'd take as King for your market, the Club, an empty hall in a deindustrialisted area of the region and fill it up with container homes. Some have a bar, some have all open sides, some a VIP spot stacked up to three containers high, surrounding dance floors, to walk on and inbetween, some have a kitchen others sofas, some screens and on top chairs or flat spots, water running, vertical gardens like Elly would have loved it, to create a place where everybody turns a child not knowing whats around the corner, a container, stairway or high sight to the rootop.
