Our girl Hannah Tan-Gillies ventured into the heart of Mayfair to experience, what could be, London’s sauciest private members yet.
Dear Darling, tells a tale of identity and lust and invites partygoers to explore their deepest darkest desires.
On the surface Dear Darling is a beautiful luxurious Mayfair venue, complete with rich green banquettes, elegant cocktails and a sultry dimly lit lounge. If you look close enough at the artwork though, which is a bamboozling collection of wildly erotic nude paintings, and you’ll see that there’s more to this Mayfair haunt than meets the eye.
Located in Jermyn Street, arguably one of the poshest streets in town, Dear Darling offers an event space to remember. Its lavish interior, adorned with rich textures and opulent decor, spans two meticulously designed floors, each exuding an air of exclusivity and refinement.
The first floor is a sexy cocktail lounge called The Living Room, and even here you’ll quickly grasp the hedonism of Dear Darling with barely dressed performers wearing nothing but tassels and a lampshade drinking Champagne off each other’s bodies.
Downstairs is akin to Mr. Christian Grey’s own red room and you’ll be greeted by paddles on the wall, playful genitalia on the bathroom doors and performers who aren’t afraid to go to the extreme.
Of course, there was a rotating caged velvet bed, complete with a mirrored rood and surrounded by whips and other BDSM paraphernalia. This, of course, is the perfect Insta-spot if you’re not afraid to get a little naughty.
From intimate gatherings to grand celebrations, Dear Darling is the epitome of high-end allure that’s perfect for those who embrace the risqué. A testament to its hedonistic spirit, Skepta and Jammer BKK alongside socialite DJ Lady Mary Charteris were on deck. At a minimum of £1000 tables a pop, Dear Darling certainly earns its reputation as the most decadent Private Members Club in town.
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