Gallery

The room, the stage, the plate.

A look at the place before you climb the stairs. These frames are placeholders until the first shoot. The real ones will be taken here, in this light, with these people.

The entrance at Vintage Adda: a flower-wound swing beside the backlit sign, and the Vidhana Soudha painted along the wall beyond it.
The top of the stairs, before anyone has sat down.
The backlit lyric wall, with Good Food, Great Music, Better Company in brass on slate, and a guitar and a run of music notes beside it.
The wall says it before we do.
A backlit silhouette of a seated guitarist on the wall, beside a vinyl record reading Live Music, Open Mic, Good Vibes.
Where the evening goes long.
The main room at Vintage Adda: green walls, framed portraits, warm bulbs and an empty stage with a guitar waiting.
The room, before the room fills up.
A guitarist mid-song at the microphone, lit warm from the side.
Friday, somewhere in the second set.
A bowl of mac and cheese finished with herbs and chilli, with two slices of garlic bread.
Mac and cheese, chilli butter crumb.
A coupe glass of amber cocktail garnished with mint and a dried orange wheel.
Something citrus, something long.
A crowd of hands raising beer glasses together over a table.
A table that came for one drink.
A chrome vintage microphone on its stand, the room bokeh behind it.
The mic is open from nine.
Wooden tables and leather banquettes under framed photographs and lettered signs reading Good Food Good People.
Good food, good people. It is written on the wall.
A DJ controller lit blue and red, a hand on the mixer.
Late Saturday, when the set turns.
A wall of framed black-and-white portraits of musicians above a leather banquette.
The wall everyone photographs.
A tumbler of whisky over ice, mid-splash, on a dark wooden bar.
Neat, or over one big cube.
The Vintage Adda signboard lit at night above the entrance on Rest House Road.
Find the board. Take the stairs.

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