There's debate as to whether a British-style membership club and 40-room hotel in an iconic Bauhaus-inspired building, complete with the rare luxury of a private cinema and rooftop pool, belongs in this city of squats and artists. Nevertheless, Soho House's first Continental branch (the site of a former Jewish-owned department store, then HQ for Hitler Youth, and later offices of the Communist party) has been catnip to a cool crowd—Damien Hirst hosted a party here during which he drew the black-spray paint shark in the loft-like, raw-concrete lobby. By day, fashion designers and expat writers lounge on velvet couches in The Club space, and in the evening, grungy young artists and Chanel-toting Charlottenburg ladies eye one another on flower-patterned chintz chairs at the poolside bar. The mix of German and British staff manages to be both efficient and friendly, while guest rooms are designed to feel like those in a glamorous estate, with old-fashioned gramophones, crystal chandeliers, cozy seating areas with Art Deco-inspired couches, and custom-made brass lamps that give off a golden light. But the centerpiece of each room is easily the decadent seven-foot-wide carved mahogany bed with a dramatic shell-shaped headboard
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