After 10

Can’t sleep? Don’t fret. There’s something going on every night in the other city that never sleeps.

Spider Club

L.A. It Boy Donovan Leitch presides over Hollywood’s newest club catering to the anticlub crowd. However, membership does have its privileges: A select few have been granted cards that entitle them to drop by unannounced with three friends at this reservation-required den. It’s located above the cavernous new Avalon and is open Tues.-Sat., after 10 p.m. 1737 N. Vine St., 323-462-8270.


This minimalist club is built to look like a floating platform surrounded by water. Promoter Brent Bolthouse has brought his Wednesday night party here from Las Palmas, and the crowds have followed. Inside, the disco-ball-lit dance floor is always packed, usually with A-list revelers like Tobey Maguire and Jennifer Lopez. 1835 Cahuenga Blvd. 323-464-5662.

Star Shoes

This bar used to be a shoe store and still has a collection of vintage La Rose shoes for sale in its glass cases. Nowadays, Thursday nights are hopping thanks to promoter Aristotle, who mixes Sixties rock music with a raging party that guarantees a constant stream of artsy, eclectic Silverlake-type patrons from 10 p.m. onwards. 6364 Hollywood Blvd., 323-462-7827.


Nightclub impresario Steve Adelman is positive the era of the superclub has returned. Avalon, which resides in the former Art Deco performance hall The Palace, aims to bring back all of that and more. Besides the enormous 1,500 capacity main ballroom-dance club, there’s Cafe Royale, a 24-hour French bistro, upstairs cabanas appointed with PlayStation consoles and the ultra-private Townhouse, a three-level apartment tailored for musicians and their famous friends. Bolthouse, a partner in the club, brings the party people on Fridays nights. 1735 N. Vine St., 323-467-4571.


With heavy chandeliers, cages and plush sofas, Shelter looks as though it could be home to Elvira and her kin, but expect Leo and Giselle or Ashton and Demi dancing here to Eighties tunes. Beware, you’ll get charged a bundle for bottle service if you sit at any of the plush areas, but the main bar suffices with plenty of stools. 8117 W. Sunset Blvd., 323-654-0030.Pop Goes Vintage
Who says vintage is tapped out in Los Angeles? Ricky Takizawa, the force behind seven-year-old Popkiller, a local line with a sizeable following in Japan, opened a 1,000-square-foot shop by the same name on Sunset Boulevard two months ago. Rows of pink skulls hanging in the window scream punk, as do the screenprinted rock ’n’ roll T-shirts and sweatshirts. But what sets the store apart is Takizawa’s meticulous eye for the Eighties — striped tops, day-glo pumps and red-and-white striped and yellow jumpsuits or lime green, shiny white or mustard clutches. Takizawa says “it isn’t easy” keeping up with what’s old, noting that he scours vintage dealers, swap meets and estate sales in Los Angeles, Europe and Japan. “It’s becoming harder all the time.” 7503 W. Sunset Boulevard, 323.874.7731.

Madison Moves Up
Madison is well on its way toward attaining Los Angeles institution status in the same vein as Fred Segal or Maxfield. After 15 years in the biz, four stores and, now, an expanded space on South Robertson Boulevard in West Hollywood, Mark and Emily Goldstein have etched the store into the minds of the city’s die-hard shoppers. Madison’s appeal is simple: It carries 10,000 vendors ranging from local up-and-comers Pegah Anvarian and Rachel Palley to established names like Marc Jacobs and Marni. Throw Isabelle Marant, Frost French and Punk Royal into the mix and you’ve struck California chic gold. “We do have commercial stuff and stuff that isn’t everywhere,” says Mark.

What’s flying off the shelves now? “We’re selling a lot of minis for sure and we just got 300 pairs of Ugg boots in and they’ll be gone in two days,” said Goldstein. “And then there is this motorcycle boot from Fiorentini and Baker — they’re going like candy. We sold 275 in one week.”113 S. Robertson Boulevard, 310.275.1930.

Bunny Trails
SuperHappyBunny is not a Japanese kiddie character. It is, though, the unforgettable if not kooky name of one of L.A.’s new wave of innovative industrial design collectives and a symbol of the city’s downtown revival. Consider the polycarbonate table resembling an oversized Chinese takeout box or the Neo Amish chair, a puzzle of birch slices that doesn’t require nails, glue or any other conventional assembly materials. While one chair is on view at the Cooper-Hewitt’s National Design Museum Triennial in New York, another chair, which is autographed by Frank Gehry, sits in Bart Haney’s studio. The two-level studio serves as hub for the Bunnies. Like many in the group, Haney is a graduate of the Art Center College of Design in Pasadena. He helms the fluctuating flow of programmers, engineers, architects, stylists, writers and what he calls “problem solvers.” Just as diverse is its client roster, from auto giant BMW to streetwear line Ben Ryan. 620 Moulton Ave., Studio 105, 323-227-6423.Fashion for Art's Sake
Who needs the fluster and expense of a runway show? In a show titled “Frock & Draw,” four Angelenos, who fancy their fashion pursuits as more art than commerce, are presenting their creative efforts via illustrations or three-dimensional prototypes at the new North Spring Street Gallery in Chinatown. The show runs through Nov. 10.

The downtown provocateurs are Kime Buzzelli of Show Pony fame; artful knitter Coryn Madley; Claire Joseph, who now sells her resurrected vintage wares at a signature shop in Hollywood, and Andrae Gonzalo of the quirky Forget It Jake. “For these designers, the process is extremely important to what they’re doing,” says gallery co-curator Aria Corrine.

The four designers don’t sell through conventional retail, and all seem interested in the inner glamour of ugly things. “For me it’s starts with the times we live in and these are really ugly times,” Gonzalo says. “I’m looking for some glimmer of hope right now.” Forget love. All you need is fashion. 648 North Spring St., 213-621-7645.

Heart and Soles
Terry Biviano — known in Australia both for her crayon-colored, pink-soled, fish-skin stilettos and as half of a star couple with her boyfriend, indie actor Alex Dimitriadis — is currently in town. En route from her factories in Italy, Biviano stopped here to meet retailers and editors, while Dimitriadis made the casting rounds. An instant camaraderie with designer Jenni Kayne prompted her to stay on to accessorize her runway show, which is Wednesday. “I’m really loving L.A.,” a McQueen-clad Biviano said over pink cupcakes and pink champagne at West Hollywood’s Sky Bar. “In a lot of ways, it’s just like home.”

The Kayne show is Biviano’s second foray onto American runways, after a collaboration with Roland Mouret in New York in September. At Biviano’s own show in Sydney last May, among the trapeze artists and dancers, the models came out on horses, riding bareback in little more than the shoes.

The former model and business school dropout hit upon her calling when a friend showed her a swatch of fish skin that could be vibrantly dyed. A firm was born, along with a mini local industry that treats the skins. “There are amazing shoes out there, but I still thought there could be another brand — younger, sexier,” Biviano says. The collection, which retails between $300 and $900, features sultry styles in bold shades of leather or silk. Biviano adds that handbags and gloves could appear as soon as November. Also in the works: a boutique in Sydney in 2004.

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